With the window now reduced to shards of glass, I climbed not into the team's victory bus, but my own personal hell.The driver was the first casualty ... found. Checking to see if he was alive, I realized that he was dead, having been impaled by one of the spires from of the trophy the team had placed behind him. The rest of the trophy was nowhere to be seen and as I moved past the bus driver, I did not care to look for it.Moving deeper into the bus, the next two rows were empty. The third row I. Stephen then briefly told Latoya about himself and how he had transferred from another college in San Francisco not quite a year ago. He also quickly told her about his brother Timothy who was also studying at BSC and also about his girl friend – Katrina Jones – she was off campus for several weeks doing some field work for her studies. It had only been five days since she had left but he was missing her already. After he made this comment Stephen looked down at his stiff cock and said, “Well,. Whatever. Karen’s hot. She’ll have no trouble. I’d do her in a heart beat.’ About that time another club member entered the showers so the two friends suspended their conversation. After showering and dressing they continued their conversation outside the club. ‘Look, dude,’ said Peter, ‘What’s it gonna cost you to divorce? More than half of everything you got, right?’ David nodded. ‘So you have a lot to lose, right?’ Another nod. ‘And counseling sucks and isn’t working?’ ‘Fuck that noise,’. ” I do and I feel four hands roaming over my body. Twenty fingers stroking my cock. I picture the ladies last night. Then I picture HER!, and I cum... “Julie? What? Why? When?” Everything up to now flashes through my mind. Amelia shuts off the water and they both dry me. I’m lost in thought. Why did Julie pop in my head. I step to the mirror and slick my hair back with gel. It’s not a flat top but it’s the closest thing to it. I unzip the garment bag. There is a suit. Plaid Pants, (Red,.