Coming to him only when he had felt secure in the fact he had pushed them back to some forgotten place in his mind. On occasions he would find himsel... standing in front of the rod iron fence which enclosed the cemetery, just watching, for what he was not sure. Always walking way feeling a bit foolish, yet with an emptiness that seemed to form in the very depths of his soul. Women came and went, he could love them, but his passion and desires he kept at bay, for the fear of hurting them never. "Fuck you," said Joe, still unable to control his emotions."What the hell? I'm going in the locker room. Come see me when you got your shit together," said Craig as he turned his back to him.Joe watched as Craig calmly walked away. He walked around for a few minutes and realized how wrong he was and what a fool he made of himself. Jealousy got the best of Joe and he was trying to figure out a way to let Craig know he meant no harm. When he got to the locker room, Craig was emptying out his. .but who cared or would notice.When I noticed a guy above me. Looking down at me: very impressed. Geez I was impressed too: he was toned and so frickin masculine. A dream gym guy. I shook my head, you know, maybe I was dreaming.He had my thighs under his firm grip, urging me with his eyes: to bend up and work my abs. Of course I did, because despite the effort, it got me closer to his handsome rugged face and smouldering blue eyes, then I was flat on my back again, but boy was I intent in. He looked back in the student section for a split second hoping to spot her, then went back to the side lines. The home team prevailed and won in dramatic fashion. She looked back when Kyle was looking for her face. She spotted her revenge in the form of frat boys. The boys were almost staring at her, waiting to pounce, as her breasts bounced. She smiled at them. They smiled back.The boys looked like frat bros. Easily not her type. They were waiting on her. After the game, they had a collective.