He just shook his head, “What am I going to do with you?” he asked and chuckled while walking up to help me get up and gave me a peck on the lips....Sand all over my hands I turned and wiggled my now sand covered ass at him. Ever the gentleman, he gently dusted the gritty stuff from my ass and once most of it was gone, gave it a squeeze and nice firm slap. “Ahhgg! Ow! That’s smarts!” I cried. “Ya, but you also like it!” he stated and quickly got the other cheek before I could get away. “So what. The tracks are twisty, turney, over hill and down dale with at least two ways to get to the finish. The racing is as fast as unimproved four cylinder engined cars will go.It's not unusual to hear the fans laugh like crazy when you wreck ... it's entertainment in a country that has very few entertaining things.Sweden, Norway, the Baltic States all have their own names for the same thing, and there are drivers who try to race on every track.Well ... I see I've gotten nicely sidetracked.The Duke. It consisted of those who were heavily into the whole sports scene, but who weren’t on any of the major teams, the people like the track and field or the volleyball groups.As I approached, I asked if I could join them, which lead to a wall of silence descending. Finally one young man responded to me.“What, you think just because a couple girls finally noticed you that suddenly you can join whatever table you feel like? I think you need to consider that a little more carefully. We don’t have. . easy... Ray... Let... me... up... can't... breathe..." he gasped."Too fucking bad," I said. "Is it true?"He didn't have enough breath to say anything, so he shook his head violently from side to side, not caring that some of his hair was coming out in my hands as I held on tight.I let up on him just enough for him to take a long, panicky gasp in, then pressed down on him again. "Are you going to tell me what that was all about, then?" I asked."Yeah, okay, get off me first, will ya?" I clear.