But trust me, if you don't do something, you're bound to never have sex again."And at that moment, the entire group rounded the corner, and entered th... back isle of the locker rooms. Coach Ryan stood in the middle of a row of lockers. He wore a light blue polo shirt, and a black cap atop his dark brown hair. But most notably, his trademark tan khaki's were down at his ankles. And crouching on the ground between Coach's legs, was a girl. Petite, with short black hair, and a purple mini-skirt. I told them not to worry as Cathy and I would take care of everything for them including their little girl. I further told them that when they were released that they could come to our house during their recovery. The expressions on their faces showed that they were relieved not having to worry about anything and could concentrate on getting well again. Tracy mentioned to me "Greg, you know this means you will be coaching the girls this fall don't you?" I told her "Yeah, it's a dirty job but. "Oh, you are that kind of slut. Sweet, I thought so." He continued. "Yeah, you would be thrashed and lashed, maybe even branded. Certainly you'd have those nipples pierced. The clit ... that would come later." Later?" Jori asked.The man didn't reply for a few minutes. Jori felt the car turning to the right and then the road under the car become rougher. She was bounced around a bit as they moved over what was obviously a poorly maintained road. Finally he grunted "Almost there, and then. Alvin did and he gave her a little hug. He had been told to keep her here, at the front for a few more minutes. As they were speaking, she thought she saw Harold with three guys. They were going into the men's room. But it couldn't have been Harold. She knew two of the others. Vinnie and Max. They were real losers that hung around here and did things for Mr. Smith. No way would Harold get mixed up with those two.Even seeing them together with Harold, Alex' alarm bells didn't go off. She was too.