After a win over them on opening day, and busting up their three year winning streak, they would be out for revenge. Mindy Atkins caught me in the hal...-way and asked would I be willing to pose for the art class. I kinda grinned and said sure. It would be forth period, which worked out perfect cause I had study hall. I showed up with football in hand—I figured by asking me, a jock type figure is what they were after. There was a podium in the middle of the room, and all the easel's were arranged. "Hello." responded Mildred as he turned to face the very pretty old ladywho stood before him.Even for a woman of her age, with her long grey hair, her still shapelybody, large saggy breasts, and her wrinkled face that was still prettierthan that of most young women, Mildred knew in her time the woman musthave been a knock out."Are you new in these parts?" asked the woman, before she added, "I amMyrtle O'Brien, by the way." Mildred, Mildred O'Connell," said Mildred who had practised saying. And you begin to move past it when you see your name on one of them. Curiosity gets the best of you and you pull it out to get a better look. As you shift the contents to remove the letter you discover that they all have your name on them, and there are so many. Fear is what you want to feel, but something else tears at your heart and you open the letter in your hand. ‘I know my last letter was a bit of a throwback to the ones I first wrote, things that I want to do to you, thoughts of wanton. Stef me propose d’aller fêter ça en prenant un verre chez lui. Surpris, j’accepte. On sort des douches, on se sèche et on enfile vite fait un jockstrap propre, un tee shirt et notre jogging. Tout en marchant pour aller chez lui, on a échangé joyeusement sur les bons points du match contre le binôme adverse. Arrivé devant son immeuble, on monte quelques étages à pied (j’en profite pour mater son petit Q bien moulé dans son jogging) pour entrer enfin dans un petit studio d’étudiant.Stef me dit.