To make matters worse yet for Cal, the opponents' kickoff return man, Rory Renton, was mentioned as a Heisman Trophy possibility. That was, of course,...highly unlikely for a cornerback. However, last year, as a freshman, Renton had run back three punts and two kickoffs for touchdowns. That was in addition to his seven interceptions and several fumbles caused or recovered. He had the privilege of blitzing through holes created by Vick, just as Cal had done two years earlier. Occasionally, Renton. As the tape began, Jane recognized the elusive arms merchant who calls himself W, standing beside the bed in Suite 69. He turned down the bed sheet, and arranged the pillows, as if preparing for bed. He slipped off his shoes and socks. But where was his wife, Wendy? W continued to stand beside the bed, not completing the task of undressing for bed, and from time to time nervously glancing at his watch, seeming to be impatient at the amount of time elapsing as he just stood over his bed. Jane. She was drawn to it like a moth to a candle. It felt so, so, right! She should be touching it! Feeling it! And, and, something else as well. She was no child for all that she was untouched by man. She knew where this was supposed to go and how it was supposed to work, but the idea of this massive thing stuck into her little hole... It wouldn't fit! Couldn't fit! Impossible! Nobody could take that! But nonetheless she knew that was where it was supposed to go. She could feel the wetness between. "I know my face couldn't hide my disappointment. She said quietly, "I'm sorry, Kyle. I am not ready for intercourse today." Umm," I grunted non-comittally."I'm sorry, but I'm not quite ready yet. I think I will be soon, but not yet. Do you have protection for when I am ready?" Sure, Penny. I'm a Boy Scout. I'm prepared." I said as I hopped out of bed and showed her my box of condoms that Justin had gotten for me in December."Good. We'll use them one of these days, Kyle." Penny declared with a.