She looked damned good in her cheerleader uniform as she jumped and clapped there. After the game, Sherry found me and said, “Give me a few minutes...to change and I’ll meet you outside the gym, okay?” “Okay. Hey, did I tell you you’re the prettiest cheerleader on the field?” With a blushing smile, she kissed my cheek and said, “You always say the nicest things, Dean Michaels.” Chuck and his girlfriend Josie came up to me. I gave him a high-five and said, “Good game, Chuck. Hi, Josie, how are. The girl must be stone cold and stiff from her static position. He could still smell the acrid urine, laced with the sickly-sweet stench of her enemas. He returned to the bedroom, closing the mirror-door silently. He rubbed the goose bumps on his arms, wondering why he didn't feel relieved. He should be thankful not to be in the girl's position. He wasn't supposed to envy her – was he? Not to feel – left out. So why did he?He uttered a frustrated scream, slamming the kitchen's counter with his. I gave the lock an enthusiastic whack. The shackle popped. I removed it, hooked my fingers under the edge of the lid. Lifted.You didn’t think it’d be that easy, did you? I rapped all the way around the periphery of the lid with the hammer, then added a prybar to my efforts. The hinges on the lid got extra whacking. The prybar got tapped into what was left of the gap between the lid and the body of the box.Lift. Nothing. Lift HARD. Nothing. One more try. Did I feel movement? I repositioned for a. She was wearing a full-length black dress that clung to her body. The thin material wasalmost sheer. She had small breasts and was obviously not wearing abra. But her nipples were large, jutting outward, clearly outlined bythe thin material of her dress. She had coal black eyes. Hereyelashes were long and black and she wore silver eyeliner that gaveher a dark and mysterious appearance. She wore black heels andcarried herself quite majestically."Hello ladies," she greeted us. "Welcome to 'Island.