Dylan kept up with his workout schedules and coach continued to be overly encouraging of his progress and commenting, praising Dylan for any and every...hing good he did. This weight exercise room was a small, tightly fitted room between the locker rooms, wrestling practice room and the showers. After about half an hour, it would start getting pretty hot in there and most guys working would take off their t-shirts. Dylan never remembered who did it first but one day, one of the guys even took off. For her.She knelt still as the congregation filed out, content in their relationships with Christ. The old wood bit into her knees, but she kept still, watching the now-abandoned altar, until silence as heavy and insidious as the heat crept over the sanctuary.She rose. Rubbed the grooves from her skinny knees. She walked to where the red and white candles flickered on a sideboard, each flame a soul, or a sin. Their tiny fires could not compete with the incense-ravaged air hanging motionless. Casey was young ,there really wasn't any thing about her that would make her stand out as a beauty queen, she was only 23, skinny about 98 lbs. She had very little in the breast department and her butt was small as well.She wore wire rimmed glasses and when she had her hair pinned up she resembled a librarian. She was quiet and shy and seldom raised her voice , she would even blush if she happened to spill out a cuss word. It was a month after her boy friend was incarcerated that she came to. Hands still resting on my hips he pushed me down onto the soft mattress. With eagerness I pull his trousers down as I go down, leaving him to pull off his t-shirt and throw it to the floor. With one hand on my chest he forces me backwards, my back flat on the bed, feet still on the floor. Kneeling in front of me he let his fingers trail down my stomach, circling my belly button and down the outside of my thighs to my knees. Please. Give me more. Please. I beg of him, groaning as his tongue.