Jeff was a good reporter, but I never felt like he ambushed anybody."What are the NCAA rules about the college coaches being here?" Coach Hope asked.T...ere was a calendar, which told you when certain recruiting activities could occur. It was a little confusing, because they give things goof names like Quiet Period. You would assume by the name that it meant no talking. During the Quiet Period, recruits were allowed on campus visits, and during portions of it, the coaches could make one in-person. Maybe he called home and had a fight with his wife about something?"Hey," I say quietly, taking a step closer and touching his shoulder. "What's wrong?"Now he meets my gaze, but he doesn't say a word. Instead, he lets his eyes do all the talking as they travel downward, pausing to linger briefly on my mouth, then continuing over the soft fabric of my t-shirt. I'm wearing sweatpants, and I'm a little concerned that he'll soon see the effects of his attention.I gently touch his cheek.. Tegan hesitated, glancing up and down the street. There wasn’t anyone nearby but that could change in a heartbeat, not to mention the cars going past.“Did I stutter? Or did you suddenly forget your place?”“No Master.” Tegan said with a start as she untied the knot behind her neck and let her dress drop, stepping out of it. She handed him the garment, standing naked in the street. A sudden chill ran through her that had nothing to do with the cool evening air. Jackson snatched the dress from her. “And here’s how you get there.” She drew a small map. “It starts at ten, and lasts until whenever.” “Okay, thank you so much! “Ill see you then!” “Okay hun, bye bye!” “Bye!” So now I had a party invitation. I was happy to have an opportunity to get to know the other girls. Right now though, I just wanted to get to bed. I drove home uneventfully, kicked off my shoes, dropped my dress, then peeled off my stockings and threw both into the hamper. I then took a nice hot shower, douched, washed.