Shoot the puck from anywhere I told my players. Our goaltending was inconsistent, and our players didn’t support them.”“Did you know your team s...t several League records last night?”“I found out this morning that both our goalies got assists in the game and that every player had at least one point,” Frank said.“We’d like to know your comments about Brad Hayward’s record-setting performance last night.”“One game doesn’t make a player, but we knew Brad has great potential, that’s why we traded to. Whatever happened to cause these women to become lustfully attracted to me was causing severe mental deterioration. I even noticed a change in Missy she was getting Paranoid calling and texting thirty times a day wondering where I was. When I finally went out to meet her she accused me of checking out other women. The last thing I remember clearly was the front door to the restaurant opening, the jingle of the entry bells and two loud cracks. "It was Jenny dude, she shot you...and Missy." Ben. I'd never considered myself a 'tit man' – to be honest I'm just a pervert who gets a twitch in my pants regarding anything vaguely sexual, but something about this caught my eye. After a couple of emails back and forth, each getting a little more directly filthy than the one before, we arranged to meet up in the bar of my hotel for the night. She'd sent a picture – but I was always pretty sceptical about these things, so it was a pleasant surprise when a petite but shapely young woman appeared. Very good."Further down the hall was Maude's room. Maude had more imagination than Vera did, and that imagination was on display as Cindy Ella passed her room. Maude's current beau was an unhealthy looking young man named Percival who, apparently, had a low opinion of himself. He had allowed Maude to truss him up like a chicken while she had her way with him. He was completely unable to move a muscle, though one of his muscles, protruding from his loins, was free for Maude to play with. She was.