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and wild side of the partnership. Luke was the more serious yet empathetic of the two. He seemed to know what a woman wanted and how she was feeling. Taking his clues from the woman, he often showed James the way to go and together they were a potent combination. While they obviously enjoyed one-on-one sex alone with a woman, they found the ultimate satisfaction when they were both involved. Then the sexual experience was always much greater than the sum of the parts. He suspected that they both enjoyed the voyeurism in watching a sex scene unfold, seeing each other’s cock split engorged gleaming pussy lips and slide inside.
    He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair. It was a complex situation because now it wasn’t only about sex, it was a whole lifestyle and loving choice, but he had a feeling that Shannon would be worth the effort. He was a little concerned over how she would feel about dating a rancher and oilman. Her opinions would certainly make life interesting. He had sensed a certain pragmatic quality to her character and didn’t think that she would be prejudiced. He threw the bed covers back and grabbed his dick in one hand, wishing he were about to plunge into her. Instead he muttered, “A cold shower will sort you out, buddy.”
    It helped, but not much.

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    Shannon dressed in a smart black suit, applied a little makeup, tied her hair back into a neat bun and went down to have an early breakfast with the conference organizers. Keith sat down heavily next to her and immediately whispered an apology for his behavior the night before.
    “I’m sorry, Shannon. I guess that I was just happy to see you. It won’t happen again. I’d had a few beers and my judgment was off.” He sounded sincere.
    “I’m happy to see you, Keith but our brief relationship is past history. Let’s keep things simply friendly and professional shall we?”
    “Who’s the big guy?”
    “Keith,” she sounded exasperated, “that’s too personal.” She swiftly changed the subject. “Now, what projects are you currently working on?”
    After breakfast she headed to one of the larger rooms where she would be performing. She always thought of lecturing and giving presentations that way; playing to an audience, keeping them interested and anticipating what she was going to say next, leading them along the thought processes to come to an understanding of a particular subject. She hoped that when she finished, the attendees would understand why it was so important to consider environmental issues at an early stage in any project development and just how far reaching direct and indirect impacts could be. The restoration section of her presentation covered land management issues, dealing with land contamination, improvement schemes, and biodiversity concerns. She introduced herself to the room full of people and then began her PowerPoint presentation.

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    Luke sat enthralled. Shannon was a brilliant speaker. She was clear and concise but not dry. She used lots of real life anecdotes to support her statements, some funny and some serious. It allowed the oilmen and women to better relate to the topic. Her slides were interesting and the time passed quickly. There was lively discussion at the end and Luke thought that it was an informative, successful seminar.
    He hung around to speak with her as everyone began to file out of the room for lunch. He waited patiently as she spoke with a few people but when he caught her eye she excused herself and approached him.
    “That was a great lecture, Ms. O’Reilly.” He dropped his voice so that only she could hear. “Would you like to have dinner with me again tonight, Shannon?”
    She stared at him for a moment. “I’d love to, but it’ll have to be a light meal or I’ll be Ten Ton Tessa before long.”
    He raked his gaze up down and up her body and smiled. “I doubt that. How about dinner in my suite? The room service menu has some good lighter options.”
    “Luke