It was only when I was standing in front of Coach's desk in a room that smelled of sweat and musty paper that I realized I left my panties outside.One...wall of Coach's office was windows and a door leading down to the guy's locker room. The rest of the room was made up of cinder block walls painted with the school mascot and the door leading to the Athletics office that we had walked through. With everyone gone for the day it felt like we were the only two people in town.Coach had been staring. That brings those grey goose bumps inwe are talkin about who knows u just really want me stretching ur assbut im just lookin in ur eyes sliding my fingers up n down ur backu fix your hair n lick ur lips waiting for my attacka hand goes up ur neck to tbe base of ur skull fingers rubb the scalp wide the tightly pulldeeper than u expect u have to arch ur back not from any pain but because it spreads ut chest n i wouldnt have it any other wayi lick between from belly to chin then down againmy other. "Her name is Tamara Faoud. She's an orphan, paying her way through school here with part of her inheritance from her parents' importing firm. She's a sophomore history major and rather bright with a happy, playful personality. We met about a year ago, and she's utterly devoted to me emotionally and physically, sort of a sex slave, you might say."Leo shuddered, realizing what was coming, but unable to stop him.Danny continued. "She's here at the beach today, wearing a cotton blouse and skirt. .. I'm just not in love with her anymore, and I want a divorce. That was what Annabelle and I have been discussing lately, including tonight. Annabelle, this is a horrible time and place to ask, but before I further upset folks, will you marry me? Will you leave Pastor Tucker for me?" Stewart proposed in front of us, risking our denunciation."Yes ... I will. Sorry, Lisa, Michelle, and David. Very sorry. I just don't love your father the same way anymore. I love Stewart instead. We never meant.