The players had grown up living the life of football gods, and their only losses came at the end of the season when meeting better teams from other si...es of the state. Yet, even then, the players walked by the trophy case to their lavish locker room every day. The trophy case featured stories of twelve prior seasons, since the 1980s, when the team won the final game of their season, the state championship.Friday, after their demoralizing defeat to the neighborhood rivals, returning to the. Her name was June. It was like the month of June.Tofu’s birthday is April tenth. Her mom and dad were not smart. June had a job. June had to pay bills. She did not have time to play.June did not like her job. She did not like to pay bills. June did like to fuck.June liked to fuck lots of people. She would ride your dick. She would eat your cunt.June liked to fuck her boss. Her boss had a wife. His wife did not like June.June lost her job. June was broke. She did not have any cash. She did not. It was amazing. He sat to my left. The whole movie I wanted to touch him, hold his hand, let this urgent need from my soul reach out to his and see what it would find. I giggled every time I saw the millennium falcon and he tried to touch it in 3-D.It was quite an amazing night. I remember walking back to my car, hot, happy, and knowing I was going to have to fuck someone to get this horniness under control. Not knowing then that it was just him making me feel that way. Not the standard. Mom had an appointment with the doctor today to get a prescription for birth control pills. Because of the doctor’s appointment, that look on her face worried me.“Hi,” I said.“Hi,” she returned without enthusiasm.“What’s wrong?” I asked, suddenly scared. Had the doctor found something wrong ... a lump on her breast or some such thing?“Sit down, Jerry.”This was serious, I thought as I pulled out a chair and sat at the table close to her.“You know I had an appointment with the doctor today for.