It just seemed to fit the mood you were trying to create. 'Don't get your hopes up too high, Tess!... What if you fuck up the first day, Tess? Shoot a...75. Then what?'" C'mon, Tess. You know I have faith in you. The point is, I know you could shoot a 75 on Day One of the tournament and you could recover. But if you're thinking in terms of four consecutive days of two-unders, you wouldn't be prepared for even temporary failure." And I think, Will Everett, that you majored in History at UNC, and. I needed flesh.I needed to feel his hot breath on my skin and the weight of his body pressed firmly against mine. Like a stubborn infestation, thoughts of his touch, his kiss, his gentle caress had taken up residency in my mind since we met. I knew it wouldn't be long until I surrendered to my desires. It was almost like a lone clock ticking through an empty house. I could always sense it, hear it, and feel it.I closed my car door and stepped onto the paved charcoal footpath. Ironically, the. And even more mad if he thought I was going to stay awake through it. I ducked back into the locker room; the coach hadn’t seen me yet. It was starting to look like this might be a practice that I’d be better off to arrive about half an hour late too. Then I could get tackled in peace. Pain I can deal with, but stupidity I enjoy less. Making sure no one was paying any attention to me, I slipped out and hurried across the lawn. My practice clothes wouldn’t make me stick out. I headed across the. So my mind went bonkers thinking about giving her an "exam". What, it's a man thing... don't all k**s play doctor and nurse??So when Suzie was away at her sisters earlier in the summer, I risk life and limb and emailed JS, just a simple "how you doing" message. I got a little braver when she finally answered back, and I shared how much I "really, really" missed Suzie. JS seemed like she was okay flirting, so after a shopping trip I made, I shared pictures of the "frivolous" lingerie I'd.