He was the salesman that used to sell to Exxon when I was working for them. Good ole' George answered on the first ring, just like always. He was Good...ole' George because he reminded you of George Gobel with his actions and his voice. He always had a smile in his voice and on his face.We had a long conversation as we caught up on things. It had only been a little over six weeks since I had worked for the big oil company but a lot of water had run under the bridge since then. He complimented me. "theres a good bitch" Jon moves his hands away from my head and I hear him shaking a bottle"ever tried poppers slut?" he asks. I shake my head and mumble, can't speak with his cock in my mouth"just take a big long drag when I hold the bottle under your nose"It hits me, the smell like marker pens at school, I take a big long inhale, feeling my face flush, heartbeat race, waves of pleasure going through my body, my feet balling in my sexy heels, senses highlightened, feeling the suspender straps. It was a very awkward situation, but I managed to make up something that saved me. I told you I felt ill, and coughed. You went to the kitchen and brought me some tablets which were meant to make me feel better. Oh, how gorgeous you looked in your nightgown with your robust legs uncovered! I took the tablets, just for the sake of my own stupidity. The next morning when we woke up you suggested that I stay home with you so that my illness didn’t get worse, because of the cold weather outside. I. .. Mike, I want you in a serious search and destroy mode out there.”“You got it, Coach!” I shouted like a demon possessed as we sprinted out onto the field. Little did I know that Coach’s final instructions, paired with my revenge-tinted mindset would come back to almost immediately haunt me in an all too serious way.Barry told our defensive players about our change in coverages, and I mentioned to Ronnie and Bruce about watching for my blitz signal, which meant ‘88’ would be running free in.