1 comments/ 36449 views/ 1 favorites Sexual Urge By: BloodWhore2003 Have you ever been in a long distance relationship, one of those kinds where it is going great, and the rest of your life is falling apart? I am in one of those, every time I get a chance to go see my love, something happens, usually having to do with my car, and taking all my time, and money. I guess the one good thing about not being able to see each other is the fact that is does build up our sexuality, and thank someone for the internet, and web cams! I was going out of my mind without seeing my lover, and got on the internet, and we decided to get on the web cams, I was so horny, I couldn’t think about anything else, but fucking. I wanted him in me, I wanted to do things that I had never even thought about before, I thought I would go mad. That’s when it happened, I went crazy, I didn’t think I just took of my shirt, my pajama bottoms, and watched as his face went into shock. I touched myself, my breast, my neck, my pussy, sinking my fingers deep. Moaning and moving like I was straddling, I told him what I was thinking, wanting. I pushed my fingers in deep and played with my clit, watching him as he stroked his hard cock, “I want to be face fucked, and I want you to ram me push hard and deep, I want to feel you against my cervix.” The more I thought about what I wanted him to do the wetter I got, I was dripping unto my chair and all over my hands, and I slid my hands up my body over my tits, making them glisten with my juices. His hand moved faster on his dick, and He closed his eyes in pleasure. I kept thinking about him inside me, his perfect head, glistening with my cum, his shaft shiny and pulsing, standing on its own. “I want to ride you until you cum inside me, I want to make you moan my name, fuck that! I’m going to make you scream my name! I want to suck your cock until you cum, I want to swallow every last drop.” The demands and ideas kept spring from me, like I was the Karma sutra, my muse watched as I licked my fingers, and closed my eyes in pleasure, my cunt tasting like ambrosia. “I would fuck you in my car, in the middle of a full parking lot, in daylight, damn whoever sees, and I don’t care if they watch.” I ran to the refrigerator and grabbed some whipped cream, I sprayed it all over my body, and licked it off, watching as he moaned, and whimpered with a need to lick me. The sticky cream was a cool comparison to my hot flesh. It started to melt almost as soon as it was there. I licked my tits, and sucked my nipples making sure he could see everything I was doing. I looked up at the small picture on my computer screen, and my eyes were passionate, demanding, they were a vision of sex. And that’s exactly what was going on behind them, sex; I pushed my fingers in deep, and let him watch me do so, rocking my body like I was riding him, I could almost feel him there. I closed my eyes, and I heard him, moaning his pleasure, saying his unholy prayers to God. He let go of his dick, and all seven beautiful inches stood tall and proud without his hands, I could see it jump with blood flow, and the shiny pre-cum that was on it. I let my hair fall across my face, and looked out through it like a veil, “I want to be bent over and fucked from behind, hard, and deep. I want you to fuck me in the ass, push in deep and cum, I want to feel your body shiver with your orgasm. I want to bite your neck, kiss you lips, push my nails into your ass, and run them down your back. I want to feel all of your warm skin; I want to kiss every inch of you. I’m going to leave marks, I’m going to make you whimper in pain, and scream in pleasure, and beg for more of both!” I kept pumping my pussy with my fingers, watching him as he ran his hands up and down his length, faster and faster, we went, until we were both on the edge. “I’m going to buck under you, going so fast, I’m going to make you hit that spot that makes you feel like your going to cum, and I’m not going to stop until you do, and your cum is running down my thighs, and ass.” I pushed my fingers in deep, and rubbed my clit in circles, my legs tightened, my eyes closed, I came. I opened my eyes to see his face, eyes clenched tight, biting his bottom lip, cum running down his hand. Smiling I watched his cum flow, wishing I could lap it up, sighing; I typed my final message before bed. “Love you sugah’, wish you were inside me now, night.” He told me the same, kissed me through the cam, and we went to bed, lonely and in need of each others skin. Sexual Urges CHAPTER 1 At school Harley Coleman was one of those guys that fell into the nondescript basket because he was rather gangly, brilliant at math and problem solving and memorable at little else. His parents were financially hard up and that counted against Harley. However ignoring the academic/sporting and social side of school life he was noted for often being in fights and always over the same thing: Harley resented guys at school calling him Harley-Davidson. By the time he graduated high school those fights had long gone because it was generally accepted Harley really was quite cool and girls liked his mild and courteous manner. By graduation Harley had also developed body shape and more refined looks that made his socially very acceptable and they would link him to the Turner family, a linkage that would grow deeper and turn out to be greatly significant for him. * * * Graduating high school senior, Britt Turner, a pretty blonde with unfathomable dark brown eyes and perfectly shaped legs, was three days beyond her eighteenth birthday and felt another surge rake her body. She decided the intense feeling was related to sex and if she didn't have sex very soon she'd explode. In four days she would graduate and faced a long break before entering college where she expected to experience more sex in those four years than she'd ever have throughout her married life. It wasn't fair to lurch from a famine to over-indulgence and then to fall into sexual neglect. She'd read many times that was how it was. But as her grandmother would muse from her rocking chair, "Life's not fair and life was never meant to be fair." Britt had been penetrated by a penis for the first time two nights ago and had been so frightened, or rather gripped by a feeling of stupidity and inadequacy because she really didn't know what was going on. Neither had she enjoyed Frank Andrews grunting and slobbering over like that at all. But the experience was good because it mean she no longer had to lie whenever girlfriends asked about her sexual experience. Girls who said they weren't virgins appeared to carry that declaration like a badge of honor but who was to know which of them were liars like she had been? Interesting and at least the guys didn't lie about it, she though naively. Only females lied. That bubbling feeling unleashed within her by Frank Andrews pounding her pussy, had disappeared thank god but she worried would it return she would have to bear it for the rest of her life? Or was it just her eggs racing about and upset because Frank wore a rubber and so had been unable to fertilize then? Oh yuck, sex was so disgusting she thought she'd never engage in sex again. Never. Two Saturdays after graduation, Britt accompanied her parents to a dinner-dance at the Sable Country Club. She expected to be bored and was until almost at 10:30 she spotted Harley Coleman coming out of the kitchen where he must have been working. She knew his parents were not well off although they both worked and Frank therefore was restricted to be heading to the local college as a day student. "Hi Harley," she said brightly and he looked startled as if ashamed to have been discovered working at the club. "Come over and sit with me... we have two spare places at out table because Mr McGinnis took his wife home because she was drunk and becoming abusive." "That sort of behavior is an affliction that particularly hits the near-idle wealthy." Britt thought about that and nodded. "Yes and that's rather deep for a kitchen hand. Do well at college and you'll become somebody and will be able to help your parents if they run short of money in their retirement." Harley looked at her keenly and said she had a sharp brain for a blonde. Although feeling murderous Britt allowed him to get away with that. "Harley, most of my friends who usually come here including guys who date me are away spread all over the country or have gone to Europe. Please come and sit by me." "I could get fired." "You'll easily get a job elsewhere because there is a shortly of cheap labor in the city. Students who provide casual labor are holidaying in droves." "Yeah right, you are to do a master's in business administration and so it's not surprisingly you would think like that." "Why thank you for being interested in me like that Harley. Most guys in our class wouldn't have a clue about what I will study at college." Harley looked at Britt's cleavage. "What is it Harley?" "You are growing up there and they are taking on a fine looking shape, to match the classical look of your legs I guess." "My legs, why are you are interested in my legs Harley?" "Because you have the best legs I've ever seen, really well shaped as if they have been painted on canvas. Perhaps your tits will become a real standout as well." Britt whispered, "Please address them as breasts when women are within hearing." He whispered, "But you don't mind me calling them tits?" "No, not when you address them like that as if you cared." Voice volume back to normal, Harley smiled. "You talk as if there are not part of you." Britt laughed and said she could assure him her breasts were part of her, especially if they were bumped or she raked one across the car door improperly opened. Britt felt what she sure was sexual desire surging. God she'd never allow the jerk Harley Coleman seduce her or even touch her. "Okay I'll sit with you for a while providing you won't mind me going if I get bored." God the pig; that was the same as saying she was boring. Harley pushed his arm through hers to escort her to the table where her parents were sitting. He mom knew Harley because for a couple of years had been hired to attend her flower gardens while she stood and chatted to him and barked directions. Britt went to pull away but stumbled against a chair and that pushed her into Harley. She felt his arm press hard against her left boob giving her this urgent desire to grab him and kiss him and thrust her boobs at him. Holy cow, she was insane. Wendy Turner straightened as she saw them approach and straightened her hair and wet her top lip. That staggered Britt enough to wonder if Harley had worked on more than her mom's flowerbeds until he ceased working for her to prepare for final exams. God Harley Coleman up her mom. Shocked, Britt staggered forward and sat. "It's lovely seeing you two together," Britt heard her mom say, making Britt think that didn't sound like the greeting of an adulteress to her prey. Wendy said, "Lloyd you remember the boy Coleman don't you? Some years back he delivered our newspaper and two summers ago he helped you build that new fence between us and Mrs Mason." "Oh yes," Lloyd said, standing and shaking Harley's hand. "Please join us Davidson." Wendy laughed and said, "No you silly man. His name is Harley." "Ooops Harley, I don't know how I got your name wrong. Are you heading to Harvard or perhaps Yale or are you going with Britt to Darthmouth College?" "No sir, I'm staying at home and going to O'Brien." "Wow, that's you chance of a top career gone." "Thank you sir," Harley said angrily. Her father's attitude angered Britt but then she was astonished to see her mom turn to Harley who was sitting beside her, put one arm around him and pull him to her and kiss the top of his head. But it was what her father couldn't see because he was pouring more wine that shocked Britt. Her mom used her other hand to pull Harley's hand on to her nearest breast and she then patted his hand three times before pulling away. God her parents were drunk and for goodness sake Harley was now staring at her mom's breasts! She jumped up asking Harley to take her to the dance floor, forgetting to ask him if he could dance. They reached the dance floor that was almost empty because the band was playing ... oh god, she sighed, a waltz bracket. If he scratched her new shoes by having two left clumsy feet she'd kill him. As soon at Harley swung her on to the floor Britt relaxed, feeling his smoothness as he'd already caught the rhythm and was holding her lightly and correctly. They danced without speaking. Britt was still shocked about her mother encouraging Harley to play with one of her breasts. Whatever were older women popping these days to keep them horny? 'Are you Lonesome Tonight' changed into 'The Tennessee Waltz' and Harley's leading became even smoother and more expansive. He said, "This is perhaps my mom's favorite tune." Britt smiled and said she loved it too, surprised to find herself lying and why the hell was she pressing right into him, low down?" "Are you feeling horny?" he grinned. "Harley!" His grin intensified and she felt the surge ripping through her belly that was pressing against his and then she winced becoming aware that other thing she was feeling was his erection. She sighed and took the plunge. "Do you do it Harley?" He was in tune because he caught her drift. "Hell yeah and it's great. I guess a good looking babe like you gets more fucks and I get dinners." What? "Harley that's enough of the F-word thank you." "Press harder against my dick baby." Britt did what she was told. "You had the best tit shape at school, including of all the female staff." She was about to smile and thank him for such a huge compliment when her intelligence pushed aside her ego and said, "How the hell could be possibly judge that." "I have radar." "What." "I'm one of those guys who can look through a female's clothing and see everything." "Oh we are alike. I can look through and see if guys have hairy chests and which side of center their dicks are hanging." "Liar." She giggled and said he was the fucking liar. Britt mentally smacked her hand because she rarely said uttered the F-word. Harley looked at her intently. "Do you want to do it tonight." "Where?" she said without thinking and was intrigued when he said standing up against the wall of the back porch of her parent's house. "Can people have sex standing up?" He said of course they can and looked at her keenly. "You are sexually experienced aren't you?" "Of course. What else is there to do these days?" "Right. Well providing if the guy's dick is long enough he can deliver sex standing up." "How long are you?" "Seven and a half inches on a good night." "Oh god, the last guy I had was less than six inches I'd estimate," she lied, having no idea, being close to panicking because she'd only had fingers up her until that night last week. The music slithered into 'Moon River'. Harley looked down as Britt looked up at him and opened her lips provocatively. He leant down and placed his lips over hers and their tongues met deliciously. As they left the floor Britt said, "That was beautiful including the kiss." "So have I earned a fuck?" "I suppose so," she said, trying to appear nonchalant as if she fucked every day. "Oh Harley, you're back; come sit on my knee," cooed Wendy and then wiped dribble off her mouth. Holding on to Harley tightly Britt leaned over her dad and said, "You better take mom home now. She's beginning to act like a sexually depraved lush." "Rubbish. She's quite okay except it's a little hot in here." "Don't drink too much Lloyd," Wendy slurred loudly. "I want lots of sex when we get home." People at their table laughed and Lloyd said to Wendy they were going home. "Don't break the speed limit rushing her home Lloyd," yelled one of his friends and grinning in embarrassment Lloyd placed his arm round the swaying Wendy and led her off after checking that Harley would take Britt home. "It appears your parents still have sex," Harley marveled. "Don't yours?" "I assumed they don't but perhaps they do." "Actually I didn't know mine did until mom just let the cat out of the bag. Um Harley, has mom ever made a hit on you?" Harley grabbed her mom's almost full glass of wine and gulped it straight down and then whispered to her hoarsely, "Britt it's best that I don't answer that question." She laughed and didn't worry, thinking her mom was free to fuck whomever she wished, although not morally free to do that. Anyway if her mom had hit on him that didn't necessarily mean Harley and her mom had ever had sex. After ten minutes of polite chat to other people at the table Britt squeezed Harley's thigh and whispered she'd like to go home and be skewered against the porch wall. He grinned and said she was funny. She really liked him saying that and smiled at him ever so sweetly. Britt climbed into the dusty, dank 1998 Ford Escort with its battered exterior and asked, "Are there spiders in here?" "Hell no, I get my car professionally cleaned every ten years or so." She giggled and then lost her humor thinking about being pinned to the wall by her man came through for her. She hoped it wouldn't be against spider webs. "We'll go to my place and walk up to the garage. Mom keeps her exercising mat on the floor." "Will she be using it?" "Hell no it's almost midnight." Harley turned on the light in the adjoining storage room and that gave them dim illumination. They stood beside the mat. Britt asked nervously, "What should I remove?" "Everything." "B-but I'll be embarrassed." "You wont get my dick up you tonight unless you strip. I want to see your body." She snorted, "Please take me home." He back-pedaled. "Okay keep your panties on." "Thank god for that." He said, "You know I wouldn't have been embarrassed. I've seen plenty of pussy of all shapes and sizes and trim." "I bet you have. How many?" "Don't embarrass me." Brit cooed, "Oh come on, how many." "Six not counting mom and Aunt Mae." "Why not count them?" "I wasn't playing with their pussies." "Oh god. You are very blunt and unsophisticated Harley." "Thanks." She sighed and began removing her clothes and froze and yelled, "What's that?" He looked around for a rat but didn't see it so asked. "What's what?" "Your dick... it's almost as thick as my wrist." He alleged women liked a long and fat dick and she didn't know what to say and he claimed she'd have no trouble at all taking it up beyond her cervix. "How is it you know the name of that?" "Biology class." "Oh. Well get on with it. I haven't all night." "What do you have someone else lined up after me?" "What? No of course not but I'll need my sleep if I'm to handle mom because she will be a screaming pain in the butt. She wakes up punchy after a boozy night." Britt lay on her back and pulled up her knees and opened wide and pulled the side of a pant leg aside. "What are you doing?" "Preparing to receive you." Harley asked what era was she living in? Britt snorted and asked couldn't they attempt to be compatible. "Say what you like but I want you on your hands and knees." "No way," she yelled. "I don't want you up my butt." "I'm not into anal. I slip below your anus and slide into pussy. This position is called doggy." "Christ how depraved." Harley told her not to prejudge the situation. "I bet you'll like it." "Ha," she snorted scornfully but assumed the required position and said she didn't want him playing around before he did it. Harley had lubed the condom but expected no problem. Although limited in experience he'd found females tended to under-estimate the size of their vagina. He began pushing in slowly, talking constantly about what he was doing and although grunting and shifting about slightly Britt kept saying she was okay. Harley rested when he was all the way in and grinned when Britt calmly said to keep going. He began thrusting and she bent collapsed her head on to her folding her arms and that stabilized her because she'd not been pushing back and had swung forward a bit each time Harley banged her. He reached down and played with a tit, squeezing it and she appeared to like that. Eventually as Harley was beginning to tire and wondered how the hell could he finish with dignity she began moaning and rocking and lifting her head wailed that she was going to explode. Harley lengthened his stroke and increased the pace and his eyeballs tightened as he felt as if he were bursting through the end of his condom. At the same time Britt was screaming oh-yes, oh-yes, oh-yes and wailing like a woman being told she'd just become widowed. He sat back on his heels and pulled off the condom and tossed it on to the workbench. Just as Britt lifted and turned and still panting heavily grabbed his dick and began sucking it without wiping it and that rather impressed Harley. When she tired of that they stood and hugged and she pushed his head into her tits and cooed he was her good boy. As they dressed Britt said truthfully that was her best fuck ever. At that moment Harley's mom unlocked the side door into the house and called out, "If you two have finished come in. I've made coffee." Next morning Harley was putting twenty bucks of gas into his car when Britt's dad who'd driven up at the pumps alongside him called. "Hi. We were watching you dancing with Britt last night. You two looked so graceful and so good together." "Thanks sir." "Look call me Lloyd. Britt suggested over breakfast I ask you to come to our holiday home up Whispering Valley. The house is nothing much, being an old homestead set among spruce and pine with a little stream running by it. We'll be up there for a month and the idea is you could work on house renovations with me. Some exterior sections at the rear of the dwelling that don't get any sun need replacing, some of the flooring is shot and if you come to help I'd like us to check out all the piles and then install under-floor insulation because we have a dampness problem." "Well I don't know if I can spare the time." "I was thinking thirty bucks an hour and working six hours a day with no work Sundays. I'm sure the tasks will take all month to complete and in the final two weeks I'll have to return to work each day and drive back to you guys late afternoon when I'll set your chores for the next day." "Thirty bucks?" Harley said attempting not to sound too excited. Lloyd said well thirty-five bucks and hour and Harley better work his butt off. "Okay right and I assume that includes living with the family with everything provided?" "Yeah. Wendy said we'd have to offer that and also throw in liquor." "Yes sir, we have a deal." Lloyd laughed and said to be around at their place by 9:00 on Saturday, ready to leave. Harley was thrilled. He'd give notice at his two part-time jobs when he was being paid fifteen bucks and nineteen bucks fifty respectively. Wow. Then he figured Lloyd would probably have to pay an itinerant handy man at least forty bucks an hour plus travel time and vehicle running. Driving off Harley grinned, "You're a clever guy Lloyd but your daughter probably suggested this so she can wallow in sex every day." The month ended with Harley and Britt both agreeing it was the best month ever. They got on so well together and her parents must have known they were big into sex because the young couple were frequently touching and went off to Britt's larger bedroom early evenings 'to read' and of course they and went for walks and returned glowing, arm-in-arm and Britt would immediately head for the shower. Harley figured Lloyd had found Harley was a quick and careful worker and so he was unlikely to complain about what was being done to his daughter while Wendy was relating ever so well with her daughter and probably remembered receiving similar treatment in the summer she dawdled through as she waited to begin college and enjoyed have a guy or guys teach her about an additional use for her pussy. Wendy had refrained from making a hit on him and although he became aware she was there for the taking he had no wish to be disloyal to her daughter. Wendy had really big tits and as worked under the house installing insulation Harley wondered what it would be like having those heavy hangers wrapped around his ears. Sexual Urges Near the end to their time up the valley Wendy made an unexpected announcement while they all were having dinner. "Lloyd and I have decided we have no objection if you kids wish to sleep together in this our last week here." Harley took on the appearance of a guy trying to sink through the floor whereas Britt rushed at her parents and hugged and kissed them both. "But why?" she asked when returning to her seat. "Your mother and I were talking about how we spent our summer before we went to college," said her father smiling. "Your mother and would not meet for another five years but we both recalled our parents being... er... so uncooperative about what was going on. We decided we ought not to stand in the way of young, er, love." "More like young rutting," Wendy corrected, giggling. Back at the city Harley and Britt continued to rut until that unhappy time when Britt left for college. She promised her ever-lasting love to Harley but when she arrived home at end of her freshman year she had at her side an always-smiling dark-haired guy with narrow and sloping shoulders who appeared devoted to her. Harley went to a party that night and had a front tooth knocked out in a fight he started. The mother of the guy who was hosting the party was a nurse and found the tooth that she handled carefully and immediately replaced the tooth in its socket and had Harley bite on gauze. She called the hospital while her husband drove them there and being Saturday evening the on-call dentist soon arrived and all was well and the tooth was implanted successfully. The sister of the guy who hosted the party felt sorry for Harley, knowing he'd been hit by a more powerful guy and called to see how he was getting on and then on hearing Harley mumble an apology invited him to date. She caught Harley on a low but nonetheless his sexual urges were rippling through him. He croaked yes, they should date. Beryl wasn't inviting a date just to be nice. She said firmly he wouldn't have to lick her until his mouth was better but he was free to do whatever else he wanted. Although Beryl was five years older than Harley their full-on affair lasted almost a year before her former boyfriend returned from working on oil-drilling prospecting in the Gulf of Mexico. A junior female lecturer caught Harley on the rebound, having noted he appeared to have a preference for older women. CHAPTER 2 Harley graduated with a master's in business finance while his lost-love graduated with an MBA. Home for a few days before going off to his first job following graduation, Harley met Britt's mom on Settler's Memorial Boulevard and practically gaped thinking her boobs were even larger and would probably fall below her waist when freed. She kissed him slightly open-mouthed but he kissed her primly. "It's lovely to see you again darling, what has it been, three months?" More likely six months, Harley thought, sad that he wasn't pushing his tongue down her youngest daughter's throat. "Expect a big surprise in the mail any day soon," Wendy said after Harley had declined her kind offer to go for coffee. He watched her walk off thinking she was piling on blubber on her ass and then thought he was an uncharitable jerk thinking like that. Wendy had always been kind to him. Two days later he gazed at the invitation, leaving it at arm's length as if it contained a phial of the bubonic plague. Harley was invited to the wedding of Brittany Alice Turner to Carl Wulfram Schwartz. Harley felt immense pain and a voice within him urged him to end it but fuck that, he had a life to live. He then wondered what was the going price for a first-rate assassination of the bridegroom but thought neither of those two remedies to ease his grief were his style. The wedding invitation had shocked him deeply: deep down and stupidly unexamined had been his expectation that Britt would marry him because she'd not find anyone as good as him to sate her sexual urges. Further he's often read while men soon forget the names of women they'd had sex with and grossly exaggerated the number of women involved, females never lost their suppressed love for their first compleat lover, yes compleat, meaning quintessential. Slumped at a bar that night over a bottle of beer, Harley recalled what Britt had told him after they'd had sex for the third time. She'd confessed he'd been only the second guy to fuck her and he'd been unforgettably the best and she doubted in her case any other guy would surpass him. Well how was a guy to know whether he'd been surpassed several years later? Harley sniffed over his beer. What woman would readily admit all those years after finding her first real man had been wasted? A guy with a fruity voice placed his hand on Harley's shoulder and said, "What about a date hombre?" With a roar Harley leaped off his stool and punched the guy in his kisser. The guy spat out two teeth and moaned that he was only suggesting a date; there was no need to get punchy. Two security guys tossed Harley out of the bar. He complained, "The wrong guy is being tossed out" but they only jeered and said yeah, yeah. If he chose to drink at a gay bar what did he expect? Harley wondered how the hell could a guy tell he was entering a gay bar? Three days later, with his knuckles healing, Harley wrote accepting the invitation. He went to the wedding without a partner to demonstrate his loyalty to Britt but she only glanced at him and didn't appear to notice. The big jowl bridegroom looked 40 lbs over-weight and during the speeches he learned that Wolfgang or whatever his name was had been Britt's hair stylist. Fucking hell, thought Harley. Had Britt developed defective judgment? He felt that perhaps his wedding present of dried pig's trotters converted into salt and pepper shakers might not go amiss. He'd also included a Crock-Pot just to ensure the trotters were not taken as a wedding gift from a disgruntled former lover who'd allowed the best fuck of his life to slip through his fingers. Later in the evening a lush came to his table and asked him for a dance. As they bounced groins on going into a huddle on the cover-crowed dance floor the lush apologized she was a little drunk. I'm Catherine, Britt's older sister." "Hi Cath, I'm Harley." "Yes I know. Mom pointed you out to me and said you can dance. She's asked the band to switch to a tango soon to allow us to make fools of ourselves or to show that we can dance. I'm a dance tutor, ballet actually, but I can perform most dances." Harley held a finger over her engagement and wedding rings. "If I manage to make us look good can we then go off and fuck? You have the urge don't you, judging by the way your are grinding your pussy against my dick." "Yes on all counts but actually groin on groin is the proper way to dance to transfer rhythm." Harley looked at her in surprised. "Christ a woman who had something interesting to day." "I like you Harley. Mom said she found you adorable but I thought that was her just wanting a piece of you and now I've found she's spot on." "Mom taught me to dance Cath. She also was a dance instructor. The tango was my favorite and when we practiced the tango it was the only time I ever saw my mom act and look sexy. I always danced with an erection." "Well I ought to have gotten it up for you now. Here's the change of music." Some couples left the floor immediately and others tried to make it their dance and failed. As the floor cleared Harley said, "Right baby, as you will know, slow, exaggerated and sexy. You are a dance hall prostitute and I'm the son of a wealthy estancia owner who's come to the city to dance and then plow his partner for the remainder of the night. Pulpo style, do you know it?' "Yes of course. Hold up while I undo the lower buttons of my dress." "Cath as soon as we finish you kiss me on the cheek and walk back to your table and I'll return to mine. When it's clear to have at fuck you leave for the toilets and I'll wander out one minute later so make sure I can find you." "God we are taking a risk. I'd hate to spoil my sister's wedding." "People fuck at weddings baby and this is how they do it. Pull out if you wish." "No I'll be fine." They were into the tango smoothly and within seconds Harley knew he had a real dancer on his hands, confirmed when she wrapped a leg around his and tipped right back, utterly graceful. The dance floor cleared completely, leaving it just to them and the room fell virtually silent. People at distance tables stood to watch. It was an excellent performance and they ended to huge applause. Catherine kissed him lightly and skipped off and minutes later Harley left the venue, deciding he'd not wish to dishonor Britt if he was caught fucking her sister and denounced to wedding guests. He was home later in the bath of his studio apartment when his phone rang. "You bastard." "Cath I'm sorry and had a pang of conscience but I thought you might create a scene if I attempted to explain that to you face to face. How did you get your number?" "From your friend Larry Chambers. I saw you drinking with him before the wedding breakfast. Well I suppose it's for the best. I've only committed adultery once before and was depressed for more than a week after that lapse." "Can we be friends? I mean let's dance if we meet at social functions?" "Yes of course and if you're interested keep an eye on that marriage. I don't feel Carl and Britt are particularly compatible. Here's dour and I really think she'd turning into one of these women who doesn't really know what she wants." "I'm interested to hear that my beautiful dancer. God I wish I could dance like you." "I am a registered dance teacher and while ballet is my specialty I can teach you Latin American if you come to the city where I life." "No but thanks. I'd only want to fuck you." "God Harley, I've never met a hot guy like you. It oozes from you. Goodbye." He sniggered and cut the call. * * * As soon as Britt returned from the honeymoon she began work as assistant chief operating officer for her father's company, Investment Property Management Inc. Three months later she was promoted to chief operating officer to replace the incumbent who received a cash incentive to take early retirement. Not too long after that Britt had a long talk to her father who was executive chairman. "It's not looking good dad. A 13% drop in revenues a year ago and another 14.8% drop this financial year." "I know. Well you have been fitted out with the latest knowledge in modern business practice and analytical assessment. Do your best to pull our spending strings tighter and to win new contracts. I'm here to oversee management while your responsibility is to drive the business. I'll bring in any assistance including consultants that you require." "Thanks dad." * * * Only two weeks before finishing college Harley successfully applied for a position as accountant with a small company that made commercial glasshouses that was located 130 miles from his family home where he was still living. The company had expanding rapidly and found its office staff insufficiently trained to cope with its business expansion and so appointed and general manager and an accountant. The GM and Harley had to work 12-hour days for fifteen weeks before they'd sorted out the administrative mess and ensured people were being paid correctly to get two unions satisfied, to pay back-taxes and penalties to satisfy the IRS and to comply with state and federal statistical and other reporting and registration requirements that were demanded for a company no longer a backyard business. When everything was sorted and running smoothly the business owner said one of the two professionals would have to go so Jim took a momentary incentive to leave and Harley became general manager with full accountancy responsibilities. Output tripled during the three years Harley stayed with the company, giving him valuable experience. He had to appoint new managers and after he resigned he had to find and appoint his replacement. Harley then worked a further three years 600 miles from home as an internal auditor for a job search company employing twenty-two consultants plus thirty-eight support staff plus senior management. Three years later he returned home to Sable Forks to take up a position with Visser Corporation that developed land, built factories and offices and managed properties including commercial and industrial properties it didn't own. He wasn't aware Britt worked nearby in her father's company, a director competitor of Visser, a much larger operator. Harley was one of five accountants for the Visser. Although the 186-year-old company was now a public company, Visser Corporation had retained its original name. Head swelling in pride looking at his nameplate on his office door along with the title of assistant accountant, Harley read the nameplates on the office doors of the other three assistant accountants and realized he was in a batch of nondescript junior executives and would have to grind away to shine if he wished to rise out of the pack. Twelve days after starting at Visser he'd completed examining the company's financial reports and found property management was the cooperation's poorest performing division. He'd also studied in depth the division's reports to the executive management committee of which his boss was a member and then, without being authorized to do so, did some field work using two of his juniors to sample survey twenty randomly selected office businesses in the CBD and twenty industrial properties at the Moss Flats Industrial Zone to gather information from property owners for the past five years on length of property management contracts, what had happened with renewal of contracts and who had secured new business. He then analyzed those findings and wrote a report that his boss, chief accountant Lou Allen, handed back a day later and simply said, "Interesting." That lack of interest shocked Harley. Playing a hunch he'd be bulletproof, Harley made an appointment to see the corporation's chief operating officer and handed him the report. Bart Clements, who was also deputy CEO, read the executive summary and said, "I'll take a closer look at this Harley. Come back to me for coffee at 3:30 tomorrow." As Harley was leaving Bart said very casually, "Did Lou say to come to me with this analysis?" "No he had it for a day and then handed it back and said interesting." "Thanks for that. Then I won't invite Lou to coffee tomorrow." Over coffee next day Bart said, "Firstly allow me to congratulate you on your initiative, secondly for the quality of your survey with supportive easy-to-read comments and thirdly for continuing with this after being rebuffed by Lou." "Thank you sir." "Call me Bart. Well what I see here is an indication of market share, performance over the past five years and figures indicating what market share BPM (Brewster Property Management) has snapped up since arriving on the scene and what contracts have been lost by the big two to Brewster's. You also draw other conclusions, none of which I can fault. So what are the solutions? Have you thought about this?" "Yes sir, I mean Bart. We are the largest player and therefore it's not surprising we have lost the biggest number of contracts but it strikes me that proportionately IPM (Britt father's Investment Property Management Inc) has taken a real hit and in revving up to win back lost revenues will be aiming at snaffling business from BPM and of course Visser. We must counter that and fight harder to retain existing business and to win new contracts from property owners. But even more obviously it will be a great time to hit IPM with a merger proposition." "Okay but when?" "Not now, when we can weaken them further." Bart looked at his watch. "We have five minutes." Harley took that to mean he had five minutes left to say his piece but he'd said it all. "Tell me about yourself Harley including your aspirations." Five minutes later a buzzer sounded and Bart stood and said, "Come on, Daniel Visser can see us now." They went into the boardroom were the chairman Mr Visser and the outgoing CEO were standing waiting for them. Bart introduced them to Harley who remembered meeting Mr Hall but it was the first time he'd met Mr Visser. The meeting began. "Here is the executive summary guys with this unauthorized project being carried up by this your man using his initiative and working on it with two of his juniors whenever they could squeeze in time that included working through their lunch breaks. Daniel Visser finished reading and said most interesting. "Gavin why haven't we considered this before rather than dismissing it with comment that this new interloper Brewster will probably fail because the established players have a solid hold on business?" "Brewster will fail Daniel, I promise you that. The heat will become too tough for him and his outfit." "Young man?" "I think Mr Hall is correct to a point. Brewster will buckle under pressure but may survived to targeting management contracts too small for us to bother with but then that could have a ripple effect with the small guys expressing satisfaction of having contracts with a smaller management company that offers more personalized performance and that could drag away some business from us." Bart said, "Harley suggests we go for a takeover but more preferably a merger with IPM once it is weakened further. As the report indicates IMP has taken the biggest hit and weakened further in say three months or so it could be a prime candidate for merger and perhaps it would not see great advantage in taking over Brewster." "I agree. Well work on that Gavin. No wait. You best allow Bart to get into this because you leave in three months' time. Gavin I suggest you promote Harley here to become Bart's deputy operating officer and move Mrs Smith to um general manager of new business, taking that away from Bart's responsibility. Then new business can be later merged with sales where it really belongs." Harley suggested, "And new business could also be tagged with a business liaison responsibility. My understanding is no department has actual responsibility for that." "Bart?" "I want this guy known to everyone as deputy chief operating officer as soon as possible. His vision is clear and his reporting ability is precise. Yes I agree we have a weakness in not having a person responsible for client liaison. At present we tend to deal with them after contract signings or at renewal time or if they complain." "Gavin?" "Harley is rather young for such promotion but then Daniel you were about the same age under your father's patronage when you were made deputy chief operating officer or whatever title we used for that position in those days. I'm sure Bart will regard him as his protégé and not wish to see him stumble." "Right meeting over. Get it done quickly guys. Any trouble from Lou Allen or Justine Smith, deal with it hard." Lou Allen called Harley to his office when he saw him return. "Where have you been?" "Attending a meeting with Mr Visser?" "What the hell are you saying?" "My lips are sealed. You'll find out about in a memo sent to department heads any time soon." "How long is any time soon?" "It's a big indefinite Lou and I'm unable to anticipate." "Ah I know. It's that report of yours. Where is it? I want it." "I can email you a copy." "I want the hard copy. I think I ought to discuss it with Bart." "I've already done that Lou. That's what the meeting was about. I discussed it with Bart yesterday and today Bart took me to a meeting with Mr Visser and Mr Hall." "Jesus Christ! Even I don't have meetings beyond the executive meeting with those guys unless we have a crisis." Sexual Urges Harley thought it best to remain silent. "Well?" Harley shrugged. "Then go to your office and reduce the pile of work waiting for you. You are lucky I'm not demoting you." "That could be a futile gesture Lou." "What?" "I'm off to my office Lou. Let my know when you received the memo." Twenty minutes later Harley heard an explosive "Jesus Christ" from the direction of Lou's office. Harley's desk phone went. "Hi it's Jennifer." Ah the cute looking chief financial officer. "Hi Jennifer, problem with my work?" "I never have problems with your work darling." Darling? Harley sprawled back on his chair and patted his crotch. "You know Jennifer I've never hit you for a date?" "That is very remiss of you." "I guess it's because of my problem is I don't date anyone who's against doing it on the first date." "Oh what a remarkable requirement Harley. I've never heard of a guy being willing to be that honest." "Yeah well why have boring dates Jennifer?" "Oh that's an interesting attitude." "So Jennifer would you open you legs for me?" Jennifer suddenly sounded hoarse, "Can anyone hear you Harley?" "No my door is closed. These offices are well constructed." "Harley I have a boyfriend." "Well no date then?" "Actually he's just somebody who's dating me occasionally at the moment. Um will you promise to wear a condom?" "Yes baby and can you assure me you are protected?" Jennifer laughed and sounded embarrassed. She said absolutely she was protected. It never ruffled Harley talking to women openly like this because he believed it was how they should be addressed. "May I come up and do you over your office desk now?" "God Harley, back off. Treat me to a meal first. Do you wish to make it this evening?" "Yeah baby." "Oooh." A few minutes later Lou called a meeting of accountants and announced the appointment. He looked venomously at Harley while the other accountants looked as if they wished to pull a knife but they all congratulated Harley. Lou managed an unenthusiastic handshake and said, "You've had the fastest promotion I've every heard of. He issued Harley with no further work and so Harley put his feet on the desk and called his mom about his promotion. His dad was not permitted to take calls at work. Harley met Jennifer in the lobby and they went off amid curious stares from some workers from the couple's respective floors. They walked half a dozen blocks before entering a bar, hoping to be well away from discovery. Jennifer wanted a white wine so Harley ordered one as well. She was heavy boned and well covered with flesh and her dark hair was in a French roll. She had green eyes and a wide, cheerful mouth. Harley found her very likeable, very desirable and yet gave her enough rope to hang him. "Cheers." "Cheers," she replied, the wide mouth smiling even wider and looking into his blue eyes. "I have to ask you this Jennifer. "Why are you willing to allow me to seduce you?" "To be honest it could give me an edge for future promotion and to be just as honest when I first saw you being introduced to personnel I had this thought that I'd really like you to have a piece of me. You see I'm not the Miss Good and Proper you might think I am. I get these sexual urges." "Really Jennifer? How would you describe them?" "They come like visitations. Sometimes it's my nipples. They swell and firm but then feel uncomfortable dry that makes me eager to have lips around them and I feel throbbings." "And where is the center of that throbbing?" Harley asked, feeling rather concerned because his erection appeared attempting to burst through his pants. "Harley do you mind if we talk about something else? Talking about my throbbing is making me feel hot and sweaty. I don't enjoy feeling like that unless I'm having sex." Harley had to fight the urge to run off to masturbate. Jennifer asked where he lived and she told him she lived at home still with her parents and added she was thirty six. He told her he was almost twenty-eight. "I'm really a bit old for you Harley but that's not your fault." "Well I only wish to fuck you so age doesn't matter, does it?" Jennifer bit her lip. "I do wish to marry." "You did indicate I'm too young for you." "Oh." Harley was finding this rather a waste of time after the excitement at finding she experienced sexual urges. Britt Turner had been the only other female to admit to him she experienced those urges. "Shall we go to my apartment and allow me to treat your sexual urges and then we can go somewhere to eat and then I'll send you home by cab?" "Sure it beats sitting at home watching TV." Harley lived on the second level and as they walked up the stairway he grabbed a handful of Jennifer's butt and she moaned and swung around to smash her lips against his and the impact almost sent them hurtling them backwards down a flight of stairs, giving Harley quite a scare thinking they ought to have used the elevator. Jennifer didn't appear to be aware what was going on. She had her eyes closed and was saying, "My nipples are dry Harley, suck them. My nipples are dry Harley suck them." Being a gentleman he obliged, pushing up her top and pulling her bra down and began sucking, wishing he had two mouths. Jennifer, oblivious to the fact she was leaning partly over the handrail, began thrusting her hips towards Harley despite him being bent away from her to get at her nipples. When she appeared satisfied he led Jennifer up to the landing and asked her to remove her panties. She placed them over his hair to avoid them being mislaid and giggled at the sight of him with his ears sticking out below the garment. Undeterred Harley pushed her against the wall and lifted up her left leg almost as high as her shoulder. "Oh are we going to fuck here?" "Yes and hold your leg steady while I unzip." She was already well lubed. He rolled on a condom as promised. He gloated to himself when seeing Jennifer's eyes widening when she caught sight of the size of his dick and a pulse on the side of her throat suddenly became obvious because it was throbbing. However she only stared, saying not a word during that moment of enlightenment. The sheathed penis then was driven straight up the hairless pussy, with Jennifer going, "uh-ha, uh-ha, uh-ha, that's right in I think." "If I twist you probably can place that leg on my shoulder." "No it's fine, slam into me." They had a really great time although they sweated quite a bit because there was no air conditioning in the stair well. Jennifer eventually said she was about to come. "I don't think you are. You face is relaxed with no redness and you're not huffing and puffing." "I'm coming," she said calmly. He said confidently no way and then felt his fat dick under less pressure and then she leaked and leaked out over his pants and also soaking his balls and upper thighs. "Jeepers, you sure can come." "I said I was coming. Pull out and I'll blow you. You didn't think I have this wide mouth for singing, did you?" Harley cracked up, for some reason finding that very funny. He then received the best blow job he'd ever experienced. "God it's great to have a big fat dick to work on," Jennifer said, huffing and puffing at last. When Harley finally ejaculated he was rather impressed by the amount of semen she spat on to his shirt. She cleaned up in his bathroom while he showered and changed. Over dinner at a nearby restaurant they agreed she ought to come to his apartment once a week to allow Harley to administer to her sexual urges. They didn't fix a particular night, agreeing she should come on a night when she didn't have a date with someone else. "What if I have no date on other nights." "Well make it one night minimum but I don't want to invite you to move in with me. You'll not find a husband if you did that." "Oooh, what a perfect arrangement." "Yeah for me too," Harley said. "If you find a guy you can if you wish still visit me once a week until you become engaged." The next day Bart's PA call to advise Harley Mrs Smith had moved to her new office and her vacated office was now available for him to shift into. The PA Mrs Cummings helped Harley shift and invited him to call her Pamela. She was very pleasant and explained although she was Bart's PA she also provided administrative services to Harley and if she was otherwise engaged she would call in a competent person from general admin. He sat in his new office feeling very happy, knowing he was on the way A week later Harley came across Britt Turner for the first time since he'd returned to Sable Forks and discovered she was operations manager for her father's company. That meant he and Britt were foes. They'd practically bumped into each other on the sidewalk of MacDonald Street where their offices were located. They'd kissed and she said she'd heard he was back and where he was employed. He asked her for a date. She giggled and said she was married and without malice Britt said he was now the enemy because their companies were competitive in business. Despite that disappointing turn in conversation, Harley found it difficult to avoid staring at her tits. They appeared exquisite. "Do you still get sexual urges?" "Harley you can't ask a lady a question like that." "I just did." "Goodbye you horrid man." She flounced off but thirty paces away turned, smiled and waved at him while he remained motionless. Looking at the straining right breast in view Harley felt a something course through his lower body. Ah a sexual surge, out on the street. Previously he'd only been aware of a sexual surge just prior to penis insertion. "Britt you adorable brat." He saw her again occasionally including at business functions but they didn't acknowledge each other beyond a smile. On another occasion Harley met her mother Wendy who appeared to rub her big tits sideways across his chest several times when they kissed warmly and fractionally longer that a normal kiss would last between old friends. They went to coffee and he thought of asking if she were interested in meeting him somewhere sometime because he felt close to her but that remained a thought because he regarded that as being disloyal to Britt until he knew for sure he and Britt would never again satisfy their sexual urges together. At present it looked unlikely but exactly what did unlikely mean in that context? He remained slightly optimistic. There had never been another woman like Britt in his life. Jennifer was as good if not better at sex and Britt's dance instructor sister appeared so fit and lithe that she would have been like attempting to fuck an octopus but the difference was with Britt she offered everything, from the way she spoke to the way she could stop and radiate, looking back at a guy. He often thought of her looking back at him and then waving. It had been sheer brilliance in motion. Damn. CHAPTER 3 Mr Visser sent a memo to all staff. It read: "In four weeks from today our esteem chief executive will retire and leave the company. That requires some internal reshuffling of personal, as it's company policy to reward competent, loyal and hard working or at least gifted personal with promotion. Therefore Bart Clements will become our new CEO and his recently appointed deputy Harley Coleman will replace Bart as chief operating officer.' Harley stared at the announcement in almost disbelief. It was his first corporate senior appointment and he was not yet twenty-eight, that birthday being two weeks away. He re-read the email and smiled at the reference to 'gifted personnel', taking that to explain why he was being promoted because he hadn't been with the company long enough to have established a track record for being 'competent, loyal and hard-working'. There was no word about any appointment of a deputy under him. He took the first of a number of calls from company personnel congratulating him, the first being from Bart. He waited in vain for a call from his former boss Lou Allen and found out later Lou resigned within minutes of reading Mr Visser's memo. During the next couple of weeks Harley had a series of meetings with Bart to allow Bart to define Harley's upcoming role that would focus on internal quality control of internal management of personnel below Harley's ranking as number five after the executive chairman, CEO, company secretary and director of financial services. He would also have responsibility for employee/HR matters, internal systems and business processes but above all Bart required Harley to maintain an eagle eye on the quality of all levels of reporting throughout the company. Harley was delighted about that and wondered sarcastically what Bart would be doing but assumed it would be liaising with the chairman and supervising business growth strategies, directing business planning and keeping an eye on finance and the work of the company secretary and that left Harley wondering what the chairman did. The announced changes took effect at the end of the month and Harley's salary more than doubled to $220,000 and his company vehicle was a Lincoln MKX. He'd already leased a premium apartment in the Snowden Tower overlooking Meyers Lake Park. The plan for weekly sex worked perfectly and lasted nineteen weeks before Jennifer's engagement party put a stop to their liaison, also as planned. She invited Harley to the party but he declined with regret and Jennifer sighed and she agreed they should end it with a clean break. Harley had to find a replacement and a better deal, like sex every second night at least and a real pig-out at weekends. He made it tougher for himself by deciding he must avoid any woman in such a plan who worked or was associated with Visser Corporation. It proved more difficult than he thought. Oh there were plenty of babes willing to fuck but his choices inevitably didn't want to hangout with just one guy for longer than a week or a fortnight. Then he remembered Veronica Street who'd shown him the apartment he occupied and she'd told him earnestly, "I'd love to live here but can't afford it." "No problem baby," Harley enthused and called her. Veronica asked suspiciously, "Why do you want to take me to dinner when it's not to discuss putting you into another apartment?" "My thinking Veronica is sex." Harley felt certain he heard her gulp. "What with you?" He grinned and said who else and she said she'd made that stupid comment because he'd made her nervous. "I'm too old for you. I told you I was a divorcee and if you must know I'm thirty-eight." "Which part of you is thirty-eight Veronica?" "My fat butt but I was meaning my age." "Veronica I get sexual urges when close to having sex. Do you?" "You shouldn't be speaking to me like this. We don't know each other very well and my mom and dad will kill me if I start dating a guy of thirty." "I turned twenty-eight last week and anyway your parents don't have to watch us fucking." That almost blew Veronica apart, releasing pent up emotion. When bringing her laughter into check she said, "Actually I felt sexual throbbing the first time I saw you." "That's normal for a healthy woman Veronica." "My friends don't experience it." Harley suggested they might not be sexy enough. "I don't regard myself as being sexy." "We can work on that Veronica." "Really?" Harley grinned, knowing by Veronica's tone in saying that she was hooked. "Women say I really know how to use my dick Veronica." "Omigod," she panted. "God this is much better that all other calls I get." Veronica agreed to move in the following Sunday. She worked weekdays and Saturday afternoons, servicing clients on Saturday who read her ads on Saturday morning's newspaper in the property lift-out. She called Harley on Sunday morning just after 10:00 and said she was in the lobby. "Dad's with me. If he says you are young please lie. I told my parents you are thirty-five." Bruce the father took one look at Harley and said, "You are much younger than thirty-five." "That's because I look very young for my age sir. Trust me to look after Veronica really well while we remain together." "I will, she'd very excited about coming here and says you're a big shot at some property company." "Yes sir and they are delighted I look young for my age because the average age of senior management is fifty-three and half of top business people today are under forty." "Don't I know it." "Where do you work sir?" "I'm company secretary for Investment Property Management." Harley winced. Hell that was the company owned by Britt's father and was where she worked. He managed to get out of that hole by saying, "Ah, here's the elevator." They packed Veronica's half a truckload of belongings into the elevator and Harley shook her father's hand and said, "Thank you sir. We can manage from here. Veronica will invite you guys over soon to see her new home." When the last of the stuff was carried into the apartment Harley suggested coffee. "Later, let's stack my possessions away." "I have a better idea. Let's fuck." Harley started at her and saw a pulse beating on her neck and a tiny one on her forehead suddenly became noticeable because it was beating. "Omigod I'm throbbing and you haven't even touched me yet." "Good girl Veronica, I can tell you really like sex." Veronica left Harley on the bed, exhausted and asleep. She hummed as she began quietly putting away her clothes and wondered if her underwear was the right size for Harley and if he was used to having a butt plug inserted. She had big plans for her new guy. She called her mom. "What are you doing?" "Packing away my things." "Your father says the guy's a liar. He looks no older than thirty-two." "He turned twenty-eight last week mom but don't worry, he is equipped like a small pony I believe." "What you two haven't had sex yet? Veronica you must be slowing down." "There's plenty of time mom and you know what, he makes me throb." "That's my girl. Well that's making me throb. I'm off to find your father." * * * At the management meeting on Monday morning Bart the new CEO said the time appeared right to make a hit on Investment Property Management Inc and that Mr Visser, at present in South-East Asia, had agreed. "I'll be seeking a meeting with Lloyd Turner as soon as we finish this meeting." Bart had a lunch meeting with Lloyd the following Friday and later told Harley that Lloyd was not opposed to the suggestion of possible merger or acquisition but would have to talk with his principal participants including family, senior executives and his cornerstone investors and his bank. Harley thought it was timely to admit his past involvement with the Turner family. "I know Lloyd very well and went to high school with his daughter Britt and had quite an affair with her before we went off to her respective colleges. After I joined Visser Corp I learned she was chief operating officer of her father's company. She is married and I've spoken to her just the once since I have been in this company. So beyond that I have no further contact with Lloyd or Britt." Bart smiled and said thank for the disclosure. "That makes me feel relaxed about you. During the course of our long lunch Lloyd said he'd heard from his daughter that you now worked here and he spoke your former strong association with him and his family and said you were a really nice guy." "I felt it necessary to make my disclosure in case I became involved in reporting and for you to find out only after they become more than our targeted company." The stocky, hard-eyed and yet pleasant CEO smiled and said, "Thanks for that. You'll bound to be on the negotiating team and I need to have confidence in you. Well done."