“Okay, I want you to do a five-step drop, and then throw the ball as far as you can.”We were lined up at the 50 yard line. I knew I could throw fu...ther than that. Wes dropped back and the ball sailed to the goal line. One of the student managers put a ball towel down where it landed.“Beat that! That was fifty-seven yards in the air,” Wes boasted.“I’ll stick it into the back left corner of the end zone,” I told Coach Hightower.“Bullshit!” Wes called, which made me smile.I dropped back, and the. But if you don’t stop ogling it as it wiggles down the street with our son, I may find it unnecessary to suggest we go upstairs”Like a dog trained to salivate at the sound of a bell, the word ‘upstairs’ made him turn away from the window immediately and chase her upstairs. Both wondered briefly if Woody was getting sex from this fantastic looking girl who had just turned up. His mother hoped so; his father, still stuck in the ‘he’s an asexual nerd’ groove, assumed ‘no, not likely’. Then they. Two minutes later he was snoring his fucking head off and I was left totally frustrated, as usual. Well, not tonight. Not anymore.If this shit head wasn't going to satisfy me anymore I'd find someone who would. My sister Sandra had told me a wild story this morning and while I didn't believe the half of it, it had just that ring of truth that... I shaved my sparse pussy and had a shower. Looking at myself in the mirror I saw a lithe five foot ten one twenty pounds. Thick red lipstick, panda eye. Except Simmone of course, but she was totally off limits. So I thought maybe I should just go home. Even if I did stick around and somehow manage to inveigle myself onto her christmas card list her husband would be at my front door with a very different kind of greeting long before Simmone got to draw the little xxxx’s at the bottom of the card. Yeah, I thought, I’ll finish this beer and then make tracks for home. But I did nothing of the kind. I ordered another pint of the old amber nectar.