He glanced at it for a moment, perhaps not understanding what had happened, then let it fall to the ground. It seemed that the little kleptomaniac had...run out of stolen weapons, now all that was left was his knife. What would he do next?To her surprise, he swiveled the knife in his hand so that the blade was facing downwards, taking up a fighting stance. She had three feet over him, and she weighed several times what he did, but that didn’t seem to faze him.Alba considered simply cutting him. "Hi, Ken," said the coach. "Is this your cousin?" Hello, coach. Yes, this is my cousin, Dave Reynolds," said Ken. "Dave, this is Coach Miller."Coach Miller shook Dave's hand and said, "Pleased to meet you and I'm glad that you could help us out. This isn't an important game in the schedule, but I really, really hate to forfeit a game for any reason." I'm happy to help out, Coach. This will be fun, playing with and against another team." What is your playing experience?" I play left wing for the. But we all know there are less noble appetites to be sated, don’t we? We all watched these sporting warriors smile and wave to the crowds, those cheers amping up their spirits and their physical drives to the point of bursting. The cream of global athletic endeavour, at the peak of their training, that’s a whole lot of cream waiting to spill. Then it was all bottled here, in the Olympic village, a cocktail of testosterone, estrogen and adrenalin, shaken and extremely stirred. Honed bodies in. The whole way I thought to myself about what she was going to ask me, but couldn’t come up with anything. We pulled into the driveway and Jen put the car into park. I opened the door to get out and paused, then turned back.“What if what?” I asked“Nothing. It’s stupid.” She replied “I’ll see you tomorrow.”“Alright. See you then.” I said and shut the car door.I couldn’t help but wonder what it was that she was going to ask me, but my thoughts quickly turned to the painful sensation starting to.