“Jeez! There’s still more of this stuff inside you! It’s like a plague. Even one little bit of this and you’ll be pregnant!” Eliza cried. �...What would Mummy and Daddy say? I’d have a brown baby. Oh! This is horrible!” “But did you enjoy it?” Eliza mused. “Yes. Towards the end, especially. It got to hurt a lot less. Though it still hurt. But I dunno! All that sticky stuff! It didn’t hurt like this when I did it… when I lost my… my virginity. Or it was a different kind of pain. Sharp. Not so deep.. What people had to come to grips with was that it was just a game.Then the coaches broke us down into offense and defense and we reviewed Beverly’s game films. Coach Mason had looked at them and pointed out several things. As I watched the video I felt a calmness come over me. We’d played them the last two years and had split the games. I saw that things hadn’t changed since Coach Hope and Coach Zoon had been head coaches. They played tough defense and were conservative on offense. The problem. This, maybe, just maybe, he could hide. He pulled on the Speedo and realized that he was an idiot. Sure, the fabric covered his cock, if he angled it up to the left and under the strap, but it was still completely obvious. He positioned himself and then looked in the mirror and was dismayed to feel more blood throb into his cock, getting harder. He was turned on, in spite himself, by how big his bulge was, how the tight suit felt against it. Fuck! he thought. He briefly considered rubbing one. Her glass remained untouched.Jason half turned and placed the glass on the low Maplewood table. The grain of the timber was light, similar to beech or ash, but someone had taken the time to highlight the wavering lines with a fine brush and a coloured lacquer. The effect desired or otherwise, was to raise the profile of the lines so that they looked topographical in relief, but was in fact, flat when a finger was traced over the lines. It was a clever effect and Jason appreciated the craft that.