But it was a championship belt." Be serious girl! I want to know who, or what you are." What if I can't tell you?" Then you can't be coming around her... anymore. We can't have this kindof trouble anywhere near the Y. We struggle to keep this place an islandof peace and hope in a sea of despair. Trouble makers aren't welcome." TROUBLE MAKER?! I was defending myself out there! They attacked me,remember?" I was there ... I saw it. I saw the fucking impossible. You could havebeat those boys. We went to the bathroom and Igot down on my knees undoing his fly and pulling out a very erect penis(it felt so nice and was bigger than mine) and aimed it for the toilet."Ok go," I said and waited, and waited, and waited. It just wasn'thappening with that swollen member.We went and sat on the bed kissing and feeling one another liketeenagers. Then standing up my dress fell to the floor, as did his pants.We hugged tightly and my bra and boobs hit the floor. He leaned in andstarting working. ”“So, before I give them to you, I need to see you make the toilet in less than 30 seconds.”So the doc gets out a stopwatch, says GO, and the guy starts running, down the stairs, across the pavement, dives between cars almost causing an accident, into the toilet and puts his hand out the window as a signal.When he gets back, the doc says “I’m sorry, it took you 38 seconds, I can’t give them to you.”“I didn’t know the way, doc, let me try again.”“O.k. GO” and he’s running again, down the stairs,. Since Stacy and the children died, I haven’t had a reason to talk to her parents. And since I moved down here, I haven’t kept in touch with her friends or colleagues either. I’m a pretty introverted person, so most of our friends in Virginia were Stacy’s. Her roommate from college, people from work, other parents. I was friendly with some of the men, but I wouldn’t really call them friends. I have one former work colleague that I talked to a few months ago. But, neither one of us brought up.