since I showed up but it seemed like less. There was just so much to take in. I was playing up the role of a princess for most of my time. I really didn't need Prince Charming. But his real-world counterpart walked in. Longboard was as real-world as Prince Charming got for us average girls. Kate Middleton was a mock up. You'd didn't live life thinking you were gonna get set up like her. I came out of the bathroom and saw Longboard wearing the same thing I last saw him wearing. There wasn't a greeting. "The front desk staff changes at 1:30 in the morning," said Longboard. "Then you've been here before." "Wolves pick their hunting ground because they know the layout," said Longboard. "Are you saying you're a wolf?" "No," said Longboard, "I'm saying I'm smart enough to follow my instinct." "Like a wolf?" "Like a hungry wolf," said Longboard. I didn't babysit. Most of what I was doing was psychological, priming him. I liked the guys that looked like men and I wanted them to act like men. With his broad shoulders, Longboard definitely looked the part and he acted it. Longboard gave me the impression of a man. And that was sexy. Longboard moved close to me and I turned my back to him. I could feel the cover of his shadow. I took a few steps forward but stopped. Longboard bumped into me. I grabbed his pants with my right hand and gave a grown-up squeeze to everything I could get my hand on. I couldn't get my hand on all of it. But I could feel that I had won my own bet. It didn't seem like Longboard just wanted a bang. Because he wasn't hard just yet. We'd have to remedy that, which meant foreplay. There was so much of Longboard that I couldn't grab all of it through his cotton pants. I could feel the tip of his penis pressed against the inside of his pants. The sudden pump from my hand put Longboard and his dong on the same page. I knew Longboard could feel his hardening dick retrofitting his own boxer-briefs. His increasing size probably slipped out the side of his briefs reminding him of something he often forgot. He hung to the right. He knew he was big. He knew, probably since the locker room in his high school football days he knew. In fact, he probably had a few girls in college call it off unexpectedly. Because his size was a little more than they were expecting. The strange thing about my line of thought was that it turned out to be true. Longboard had issues with being so big. But I was too worked up about what happened Tuesday night on Longboard's desk to think about what happened a few hours before at Osmi . We got a bit personal at Osmi . The conversation was standoff-ish but that's probably because we had hot sex and didn't say anything else about it. The brief conversation at Osmi was the first time we actually spoke, since he finished in the conference room. And we got a bit more personal. Sex isn't personal, it's biological. But Longboard talked a bit about his family. He didn't even graduate high school. I never knew that. I had the feeling his family had money but I just thought he graduated top of his class and went to an Ivy League school--then graduated top of his class from an Ivy League school. But that was judging a book by its cover. In fact, to be as successful as Longboard in business, it seems fitting that you would have a little adversity. How else could he stand up when business was down? And he did struggle to get a foothold the first five years. I didn't know that from him directly. The Hawai'i Tribune-Herald did an updated article on him called Gunslinger in 2014. It was a follow up to an article they did in 2000 called Young Gun , which illustrated