I'm grabbing a Coke." As I reached into the fridge, Melissa just said, "Come here. I've got a few pep pills. They've done wonders for me," she said. S...e twinkled again. I brought over two glasses of water. Melissa popped two pills in her mouth and handed me two. As I was about to down the pills, she reached over and gave me a nice, long French kiss. Lots of tongue, just the way I like it. As an added erotic touch, we traded pills between our mouths. Melissa twinkled again.*** The radio alarm. Samson from the driver's seat. "You're getting too loud! If you're going to raise this much of a ruckus, then at least pass me one of those bottles!"The girls whoop at the top of their lungs and hand their coach a bottle. Ms. Samson is barely out of college and still thinks of herself as a cheerleader. She still looks like one too, with her long, blonde hair and her trim figure. She's only technically an authority figure. Since becoming the cheer team's manager you've fantasized about her. "Please take a seat," said the Mother Superior, indicating with her hand which chair she wanted Mary to sit in! Mary quickly sat down and waited quietly while the Mother Superior just sat and stared at her for a few minutes. Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity, the Mother Superior spoke, "sister Mary Francis, how long have you been with us here at The Order of St. Catherine!?!" "Uh, about a year, ma'am," Mary replied softly! "And in that year," the Mother Superior continued, "how many. The trip had been planned and promised to Emily ever since Christmas, but Kevin was still working overtime out at Macy Controls as usual, so he just about had to draw a line in the sand with the management to get the time off, and then only managed a week. The two weren't going to do the whole rally, just take it in for two or three days and ride the back roads each way. It sounded like fun, and maybe something he and Vicky could do another summer -- there was no chance of it this year; she.