You see I was the mail boy, pranks as the others called them, or hazing as I liked to call it were a daily part of life. She on the other hand was the...type of secretary porn tries to capture. I had never seen her in anything but a black suit and skirt that was as tight as it was short. Her hair wasn't always up but when it wasn't the boys in the office thought it was a holiday. She wore thin rimmed glasses that she surely didn't need and her tailor must of had something to prove about the. " But we don't have to piss him off, Brock," Tyler said "Jason is my friend, or he was. We’re on the same swim team and we have the same friends." Yeah, I know." I sighed and rolled to my back. "But now that he knows, I just want him to accept it. I don’t want him to hate me because I’m gay, and I’m not giving you up."Tyler rolled over to face me. "He looks up to you, dude. He told me about you the first day we met on swim team. He told me about how cool you were and bragged about how tight you. Kori's house, was only about 15 minutes driving from the school. It was an new apartment building that I saw going a couple years ago and( I was thinking of buying a room when I turned nineteen). I walked up the steps of the apartment building. I opened the door where a cold bust of wind gently hit my face. The room, was made to look likes stone pillars with oak floors and an polished oak desk that matched the floors with an old man siting behind the desk. The old man at the front desk didn't. Remember, everything counts. We are not just looking for the fastest or the strongest. We are also looking for leaders."The other eight teams hurried to the start line. I stopped Flee."We have to work as a team, and think things through. Let's be sure to talk to each other out on the course, and figure out the best way to do things. A little planning will go a long ways," I said.Bo had warned me to think things through.As soon as we reached the start line, they started the race. The first part.