First meeting.... I sit waiting in the hotel room, dressed only in my shorts, with which I am vainly trying to hide a throbbing hard on. He hopes, he prays, he eagerly anticipates that maybe you will come. No promises, you said, but I told you I would be there, waiting and hoping that you will have the courage to act. Suddenly I am awoken from my reverie by a tap at the door. I hasten to it and open so that you can slip i...