“Yes, would you mind helping me please?”May slid back into her seat. Jason walked forward. When he turned to get the bag, his cock was at May’s ...ye level. She stared at the bulge in his jeans entranced. He had a slight hard-on. The lump was noticeable. She moistened her dry lips.Jason saw the lust in the old lady’s eyes. Playing football had taught him to exploit advantages. It would be risky, but worth a try.“You can touch it! If you want.”Jason’s voice broke May’s reverie.“What?”“You’re. Mr. Vincent, tell Mr. Tommy fucking Cox that I don’t care who he is and how much power he has. There will be no more violence. Or if there is, he had better direct it at me because I’m going to make his life hell.”The judge took a look at Jake.“Tell me your name again, son.”“Jake Fielding, Your Honor.”“Jake, you should probably go get that cut looked at if you don’t want it to scar.”Jake put his hand to his cheek and winced at the pain. It was still oozing. He could feel a track of congealed. They often overlook Canadian athletes. It cost them big at the Vancouver Olympics. Will they ever learn? Steve Chretien could have had any chick at the University of Ottawa or at Carleton University. Lots of women of all colours throw themselves at the Black football stud. Black women. Asian women. Hispanic women. Aboriginal women. White women. They all want a piece of him. He’s one of the campus demigods. Usually, guys like him don’t like me. I’m tall, blunt and tomboyish. And I can’t remember. Abhishek: chalo ek aur sacchi bat nikliAbhishek: aj kal itne sacchhe n acche log milte kahan haiMe: ek baat bataao tum mujhe kahaan le jaana chahhte ho jo har baar chalo chalo kah rahe ho.Abhishek: are yarr meri adat hai ap kahin mat jao yahin raho okAbhishek: apne bataya nahi apki bhi to aish hai noida mainMe: khaak aish yr aaj bhai dooj hai aur main apne pyare bhai k paas bhi nhi hun shit this collegeAbhishek: accha ab pata chala career ki daudAbhishek: are meri sis to usa main hai par.