I had a nap and a bowl of chili with some shredded cheese in it.Last night I was a little down and feeling envious which is an emotion I try to avoid ...ike the plague. It’s almost as poisonous as bitterness which will kill your soul. I was envious because there’s all these people who can make choices and I can’t. Oh, I can make the choices, but I don’t have the power to back them up. Simple example: I can decide I want a Little Caesar’s pizza. Oh well, I’m missing so much work right now that’s. With all their eyes on me, I felt my nipples tighten beneath the swimsuit and my pussy begin to heat up. Oh shit, I’m such a slut!The young men looked like they were probably in their late teens. I guessed about 18 or 19 years old, maybe 20. Some of them still had a few pimples on their faces. None of them had grown a moustache or beard; all were clean shaven. They all looked lean and athletic. What had Hiro said? They were soccer players? The tallest young man was probably 5 or 6 inches taller. The large gargoyle did not even shift when I reached it.The tiny one on its other side was another story. I moved around the large one and knelt and touched the small, “welcome small one.”It shifted as if to move to one side and I caught her ear, “my name is Simon. If you need someone to help you or to keep you company find me. If you need protection or food find me.”I let her go and turned to touch the large one, “she is beautiful. Down the street two blocks is a building with a nest of Phlam. As a result, all of us got a little playing time each game, including our tested tough freshman backup keeper, Jorge Mendoza.By the time Sunday rolled around, I was usually pretty exhausted. I was able to sleep in, sometimes not rousing until noon or after. My dad, my brothers, and I would sit around and watch football on TV, and Sunday evenings would be catch up on homework time, from immediately after dinner until bedtime.Things changed, beginning on the last Saturday of September.Molly,.