I still had time to dance, since that was during school hours, but I couldn't compete in everything during the football season. Mr. Fuentes was pretty...mad but he wasn't about to argue with Coach Dutton.I did all right in school — I was never an A student but as long as I did my homework, I kept my average above a C. The only place I ever really needed help was math. I could handle the basics fine. But once they started throwing art work instead of numbers at me, my brain fried. Beth was a. .. I just know it."You smile, looking her amazingly shapely figure up and down. Yourconfidence begins to build now that she seems to have accepted herposition as your creation. She takes a few steps toward you, and yourheart flutters with excitement."So, you drew me, correct?" She smiles, looking at the pencil. You nod."Of all the ways you could have brought me into existence, you decided togo with *this*."She grabs her huge tits and pulls at them. She lets go, and they bounceand jiggle within. This was a scrawny tree that had been ignored by the herbivores; I don't know why, but I was happy for the gift. We took turns standing watch, since we had to leave our travois on the ground and vulnerable to scavengers, though there was nothing that they would want except for some dried meat.That day we met our first carnivore. It was only about five feet tall and had a lush coat of feathers. It really was not interested in us, since it had a dead animal it was working on eating when we came. Tidewater, in addition to their recreational club, also sponsored a men’s and women’s racing team. Recreational cycling was great, but the challenge of racing intrigued her, called out to her competitive nature. The desire was there, what she needed most was a qualified coach to help her realize her ambition. Today, however, she’d be satisfied with a pace of between thirteen and fourteen. No use pushing it so early in the season, especially after months of down time. There would be plenty of.