Hopefully she would see reason eventually.Chip showed up at Monday's practice in street clothes and watched from the sideline. The crutches were gone ...ut the trainers wouldn't let him practice yet. Maybe he could go in tomorrow if his ankle continued healing.Jay ran the first string offense throughout practice. He ran the team with confidence and authority. He hit me on three deep passes that were things of beauty. This was how I had expected the offense to run a year ago before Jay's accident.. They were all well-dressed, you know, what they call smart-casual. It was cold outside today so they all had heavy coats slung over their chairs and had discarded their hats, scarves and gloves to leave themselves unencumbered to enjoy their mid-morning refresher.Harry enjoyed looking at people, he always had. Nowadays that was all he did. He had nothing anybody wanted him to do anymore from nine to five, even the job centre had finally given up on him. He watched people in the bus on the way. She lost count. Then he shared their juices with passionate, moany kisses. They had the boundless energy of teenagers but it was tempered with the familiarity and experience of old lovers. It was perfect, better than perfect, better than she could have dreamed. They just seemed to fit. With their bodies tired and their energy spent, they fell asleep, locked together in a perfect messy tangle. She woke in the morning snuggled against him, head on his chest, his strong arm around her shoulder.. I could feel his eyes scanning me as I did that, my legs and ass on display for him to see. When I joined the cheerleading squad a year earlier, not long after my sixteenth birthday, I used to wear my uniform at nearly every opportunity I got. Most days I had to wear it to school, but when I got home I wouldn’t change out of it straight away- I’d stay in it. My long blonde hair tied up in a side ponytail, green and white ribbons in my hair- they were the school colors. I attended Abraham.