Free Holding Out For A Hero: SEALs, Soldiers, Spies, Cops, FBI Agents and Rangers by Tawny Weber, Opal Carew, Sharon Hamilton, Lisa Hughey, Denise A. Agnew, Caridad Pineiro, Gennita Low, Karen Fenech Page A

even if it was only for one night. Well, sometimes, two or three. Those were some of his best memories.
    He remembered that one particular little lady from North Carolina he used to wonder about. It happened when he first came to Nashville. Clean fresh face, pretty smile. Their lovemaking was slow and arduous, and after all these years, he still remembered how she cried when she came beneath him. He didn’t want them to cry, but her genuine tears made him feel oddly powerful. Making love to her made him feel clean. It was nice when that happened, and it wasn’t always that way with his girls, not that it wasn’t pleasant.
    He just never had to go home with some of the girls his friend, Thomas, did. Jameson always attracted the hotties. But Thomas always had a bit of a grey cloud hanging over his head, a little sadness, so his choices were limited. He used to laugh, “Jameson, I’m still going to bed at two with a ten, and waking up at ten with a two.” It made him smile that even Thomas was able to find someone to spend the night with. It was hard being alone, being on stage every night, and then being alone afterward.
    Jameson and the little girl from North Carolina had spent a whole week together one time he got booked into one of the gigs in Charlotte—the last time he saw her. She had stayed out of sight in the corner of the front row, didn’t seem to mind when other girls threw themselves at him. He had tried not to search for her in the shadows, wondering if she saw what the other ladies were doing. Embarrassing themselves. If she had objected, she didn’t say anything about it afterward.
    She had even introduced him to her parents, whom he had a hard time facing, but she insisted. They had never talked about getting married, just a few lovely days together. He had peered into her father’s eyes and told him, non-verbally, that he wasn’t going to do his daughter any harm. He could tell by the way they shook hands that the man believed him. He preferred to think that he’d sent her halfway to heaven during those days. Her parents’ horse farm had been a wonderful rendezvous for them when they’d gone to Europe that one spring. The fields of flowers, tasty wine, and picnic baskets full of home-baked goodies were just some of the memories he had. He lived the life most men could only dream of. Did she remember him? He wondered.
    Of course she did. They all did. His Facebook page was filled with friend requests, both old friends and friends wanting to be more, and women he’d bedded who were now married or in the process of divorce. He had to be careful accepting some of them. Didn’t want to give them the wrong impression. He had to stop accepting the midnight instant messages, too. They stalked him. There were the occasional husbands who asked him to give their wife a thrill they felt they could no longer give. These were good men who had been injured or lacked confidence or just wanted to do something for their wives because they loved them. Jameson understood this, but never agreed. He just couldn’t knowingly take what wasn’t his to take. And then there was that model from Florida who wanted him to sleep with her fourteen year old daughter.
    “I know you’ll be gentle with her. Make her first time memorable.”
    There wasn’t any kind of money or favor that could make him do that. It had nothing to do with how sweet the little one was, or how scared, or how he knew he could please her, give her something she’d dream about forever. It had to do with his own honor and integrity.
    These requests were becoming more urgent and more frequent. That was the part of the fame that was beginning to take its toll.
     
     
    He slept in late; ordering a big breakfast and lots of coffee. He read the paper, listened to a CD a friend had given him, and padded around in the white robe left by the hotel.
    He practiced for about an hour, then took a nap, and woke up in the late afternoon, taking his time to prepare