" Logo amnesia humiliates another wearer. The Judas screenprint distorts when I unhook my bra, enjoy the random caress of its loose ends, and stretch ...he straps through the sleeves. "Could've been a gift." It isn't. I'm just messing with her.One by one, her shapely legs thread a glimpse of lucky - I mean, bright - yellow. "We don't get too many from your tribe out this way, but I've heard enough of you to recognize one." As my skivvies come off I stare at the clear sap drizzling their hammock,. Bret was sleeping on his back and she caressed his chest and flat stomach. He didn't stir. She hadn't meant to wake him; she was just enjoying the feel of him, secure in the knowledge that she was going to spend her life with him.She noticed the first time they spent the night together at the inn at Alma over Christmas that his body was different. The bulky muscles of an athlete had been replaced by the sinewy muscles of a man who did hard physical work. She smiled as she thought about how hard. #2Finally now, at the stadium, it appears that everyone is there. “Jesus fuck Dillon—where the fuck have you been”? Screams coach. With a big grin, I just say, “Fucking coach—couldn't wait”. Coach just shakes his head back and forth like I was bull-shitting him, while others patted me on the shoulder. The sound of someone tapping on a microphone, then the cannon blast (fuck me—who had time to get the cannon's out ???) “Ladies and gentlemen---HERE COME YOUR MUSTANGS” Boom ! Again, and we all. The steersman worked bare-chested in the warm night. For hours, he had been catching the scents of flowers and spices in his hawk-like nose. Port Ruby was his home, so there would be no cheap sailor's carousing for him. He was going straight into the arms of the women who loved him and waited for him. Perhaps the time had come to give up voyaging and work as a harbor pilot.At the leeward rail, Thor pulled down his sailcloth breeches and let his prick loose. It dangled long and white in the.