He figured that he had to continue his weightlifting if he ever hoped to make the first string football squad. Certainly being a second stringer at UC...A was an accomplishment but he still dreamed of being able to run out onto the field as a starting tight end.Soon it was Thursday, the week before Spring Break. Other friends of his were going to Florida but John was busy packing for his first trip abroad. Luckily for him, his economics professor had cancelled classes. This allowed John the full. For the life of me I couldn't understand why he had volunteered to act in the school play, my son had never shown an interest in such things before, so I finally asked him."Yeah well," he grinned, "I thought they were going to do something else." Like what?" I asked out of curiosity."A thing called Confessions." He grinned in reply, "It's all about the confessions of some randy sod in the Victorian age." I've never heard of it," I laughed, "but I should have known it had something to do with. " Jason ordered as he slowly lowered the fabric and walked towards his student. Jonathan followed closely behind him."How?" he asked as they stopped in front of him."Take deep breaths in and out. Think of something that is important to you. Think of a reason for your power to be free." Jason said as he approached the muscular king. It was quite the sight to see. He was a good two feet shorter than the king.Charlie tried to relax just as he had been told, but he was wound tighter than an. Someone was ... Sawing? Tapping? Something. After a moment, it stopped and Jake heard what could only be a tin lid being pried off.Satisfied that he knew what Béla was up to, he drifted back to sleep. It seemed like only a moment and Béla was sitting naked on the bed, grinning and sipping coffee, then playfully sighing her coffee-breath into his face."Mmm!" Jake moaned, "Smells good..." C'mon, get up," Béla gently chided him. "You don't want to sleep the day away." I don't?" Jake asked.