Brett was fast. We would work on everything else he needed to know this spring and summer.I used my break time in the middle of practice to do my day'... jogging. I jogged the length of the field. My knee was OK when I was done. The first practice reminded me how much I wanted to get my rehab done so I could finally play football again. It was what I was meant to do.I enjoyed watching Jake work with the first squad in the second half of practice. The guys looked a little rusty. That was expected.. " Yes, sir," she said, the ghost of a smile playing across her face."And leave the hat on," I said as she got up and began running across her lawn. I watched her until she reached the house, the twin spheres of her ass bouncing up and down inside her tight khaki shorts as she ran.Fuck, I thought to myself, running my hand through my hair. What the fuck do I do now?Oh, I'd surfed the Net. Why, yes, I am 18, my birthday is January 1, 19-whatever year comes up first; thank you for letting me into. Woah Em, watch it! a deep voice said in a bit of an annoyed tone, but I could tell it was fake. I knew exactly who it was. Sorry twa-, oh I mean Nathan, I said sticking my tongue out at my brother. He chuckled and began to walk away, Okay, whatever. He flipped his jet black hair out of his jade eyes, which he got from mom. Nathan was tall and lean, he stood at 62, and he did have some muscle, along with a lip ring and an eyebrow piercing. He walked over to his group of friends who were. I saw her as soon as I walked in. There she was, talking to a punter, dressed in sexy black lingerie, stockings and 6" heels. I had a great view of her ass, which looked better than ever in her thong.I was half stunned, but strangely not surprised at the same time. She'd mentioned a few times about becoming a stripper ever since she was asked to apply for the job by a friend. But I didn't think she was ever confident enough to do it. But here she was, wrapping this guy around her little finger.