Jeremy took Gary Harrison.I had an advantage when we picked the offensive and defensive lines. I had watched the older guys play the last season or tw.... Jeremy hadn't seen our lines play since the two of us graduated from high school.Mike Johanson grabbed my attention as we were drafting the youngest of the kids for our teams."You gotta take Joe Eberly," Mike insisted."You sure?" I asked. "Isn't he finishing sixth grade now?" We were still drafting kids from last year's JV and middle school. Through the tiny holes of the Lycra hood and latex mask I could smell the sweet aroma of Karen’s perfume as it radiated from the wool scarf. Both Jennifer and Karen stood back to admire their work and then left me, locking the cell door behind them. I was once again resigned to standing there in the locked prison cell on my own. By now I was starting to cook under the layers of Lycra and thick wool. The Lycra hood, Latex mask and most recently a long thick cashmere scarf now covered my face. I opened the door, “Hello Sir, I am Mrs Duff, Mary’s teacher, How did she get on?” she asked, I had nothing but praise for Marys attention to detail and enthusiasm while performing her tasks. Mrs Duff looked puzzled, “Are we talking about the same Mary?” she inquired and we both had a laugh. Mrs Duff explained that part of the process was to do an evaluation so I invited her in. As she entered she looked down at my shorts, a wet patch had appeared and I was still semi hard and I only hoped that. "The en-suite. Would you like to freshen up?" That would be nice?" Mind if I join you?"Lara does not reply, continues to wander. She thinks how it is such a big bedroom, as large as the entire upstairs of her own house. "And so many closets," Lara says as she gingerly opens another door to find rows and rows of women's clothing hanging there. She leaves the door ajar, reaches in and runs her fingers over the beautiful fabrics, the fine cotton, the silks and velvets. "Yours?" Come away, Lara!".