Brad, Geoff, Greg and I hung out with the other eight eleventh graders as our older teammates took turns hoisting the large championship trophy. After...giving my teammates a chance to celebrate with the trophy, the head AD began to announce the MVP for this game. The tall, thin gentleman said, “Our six member committee couldn’t come up with one MVP, so we decided to have co-MVPs for this exciting game. I would like to have the two key players on that last amazing, game winning touchdown to come. "About this morning," she said.I looked at her and could see that she had something serious on her mind."Yes, what about it?" Thank you."I laughed. "Thank you?" We can't do that again." The knock-knock, doorbell game? Why not?" It's too dangerous. You could have entered me, I wouldn't have stopped you and I wouldn't have blamed you, but it can't happen again." Because you think I might take advantage of you?" No, it's that sometimes I don't trust myself." I respect your decision but we've. Despite my anticipation of what is to come, the squeezing and pulling is almost therapeutic, like a stress relieving massage. You sense my reaction and start to focus solely on my nipples pulling and shaping them almost as if you are absent mindedly kneading a piece of blu-tack. You stop and move across the room to fetch the clamps. I want to run but I stay rooted to the spot. You walk in front of me and lift my right breast, your hand supporting it, you lower your mouth to my nipple and start. Misty had been, as she was at that moment, quite. Content to reach out and hold onto Miranda with a slight smile crossing her face from time to time. A still, unmoving monument to deep contentment and a beautiful reminder of the love they both shared. Only now, she was alone. Her hand reaching out to where her beloved had been, her fingers desperately gripping at one of Miranda's overstuffed pillows, and looking so forlorn that it nearly broke Miranda's heart to simply leave her there."I love.