"Uh…no, no I’d better just hit my dressing room. I feel all sweaty and I really need a shower and a good, long nap. You guys go on ahead." "Aw, co...e on, Brit! You know you have to come. Who’s going to jump on my back and keep me from getting wasted? You know the others are going to be to far gone themselves!" "No…..well, maybe after I catch a shower I’ll catch up with you guys a little later, okay?" "Well…alright. But you had better hurry up before we’re all too wasted to recognize you!" Will. His handsome face etched into her mind, she thinks back to the way he looked at her last night. Restlessness fills her body. She wanted him so badly last night. His hands looked so strong, like they knew exactly how to touch and please a woman. Her hand brushes against her nipple, the touch feeling like an electric jolt running through her. With a soft smile, she imagines for a moment that it’s Timothy’s hand touching her. Her body glistening with water and soapy bubbles, she catches a glimpse. We got the the end of the road and i turned right and it turned out to be a dead end i looked at him and asked is the right place. he responded i wanted to make a little stop first. he asked do you want to taste my dick since you already jerked me off. i responded with a nod and he leaned his seat back and i leaned over and gave his cock a good lick. i tasted very very salty and i could also taste a little bit of his cum on there. he said oh yeah i had to take a piss before you pick me up so i. "My wife gives me ten dollars a day to spend. She sends it to me in an envelope, one ten at a time, along with notes from the kids."He was making about $30,000 a game, something like a million a month."Does Mr. Ambrose know?" I asked.He nodded. "I asked him to let me tell you. I don' like being traded to a last place team, y'understand." He shook his head, sad-eyed."Of course," I said."But they didn' trust me any more up there. Said the ax was sure to fall, and they'd get nothing for me. I.