Even before I knewhe knew my secret identity, he was there for me, creating distractions anddiversions so I could do my job as Superboy and Super-Sist...r."Pete Ross laughed. "It could get me in trouble, though. Remember the nextto last football game of our senior year?"Mom picked the story right up. "How could I forget? That was the firstyear we had lights on Arnold Field, and was only the fourth night gameever. We were leading Middleton 13-10 at the half when the team heard abulletin on the. "I heard a scuffle of commotion behind the door, but no sign of anyoccupant. Moments later, I heard her voice sounding a littledistracted. "Really? Okay, cool. That's great. I'll be out in a sec,"I stretched lazily, walking down the hallway into the living area. Thepanties I'd stretched to fit over my swollen derri?re were now loose onmy hips, threatening to fall off if I tried to move too energetically.But I didn't care in the slightest, I was already in too good a mood.Why? Because being. You won’t believe!” I could believe, honest. She had hold of my pecker bynow, and, frankly, was hurting the hell out of it. Butno way was I going to release that yummy tit and sayanything.“Now, Danny!” she nearly shouted, “it’s time, Baby! Staywith me now!”I felt her pulling with a frenzy, and went with theflow, ending up kneeling between her outstretched legson top of the table, staring in disbelief at herwrithing, apparently tortured torso. Thank God. "Yes, it has been a difficult couple of months for you, especially you, Warren. How are you?" Well, physically, I'm a little under the weather," he chuckled. "My ribs are sore. But who cares at this point? Other than physically? I'm getting there. The support we've gotten, both in the skating world and back at Wisconsin, has been a big help. Thanks, folks, you know who you are." Not to mention the crowds here. What a trip!" Sophia smiled."Absolutely," Warren agreed. "Anyone who was here in San.