Harriett also kept herself fit by regular work-outs at the gym in the various hotels they stayed at, or by jogging around the city. In some places nat...rism was obligatory, (such as El Jedida in Morocco, Nerja in Spain or Darwin in South Africa), which made her jogs more comfortable, but meant that Isabel couldn’t participate as her breasts bounced around too much. Harriett kept her body as slim and trim as she could: something Isabel mostly achieved by drugs or surgery. Sometimes while shooting. "Nancy giggled again. She thought briefly. "You're coming to next week's game, aren't you?" Of course I am. Aren't you?" Have you ever been to our locker room? I mean the cheerleaders one." Of course not," I said."Go there after half time."It was then I remembered this girl in my bed was my friend and teammate's girlfriend. I must have displayed a hesitate expression."You're not telling him, are you?" she said, giggling."He won't do it?" Not in the dressing room, and actually, he can't, unless. I’m really worried there might be something wrong with me." Okay. Do you want to tell me what it is?"He hesitated as if fighting something within himself."It’s this…”He stood up and started to undo his jeans. He lowered them to halfway down his thighs and then did the same with his underpants, exposing a well developed man’s cock and balls nestled in a mass of dark pubic hair. I nearly choked on my sandwich! Whilst I’m not usually short of cock in my life, to have one dangling in front of me. Minutes passed as the pain dulled to an ache, yet unfortunately the short memory kept the invisible scar alive. Damp, cold air filled my lungs with every raspy breath I took, drying out my throat and tract. The overwhelming sense of confusion, and the sense of location every human possess, seemed lost in a whirlpool of nothingness. The oblivion I was trapped in was a simplistic hole of questions and noted no answers. My eyes finally adjusted to the industrial style lighting as my pupils rested.