"I don't believe this." She began to laugh deliriously."There is a moral lesson here, kiddies," continued the bullhorn. "We want students at this scho...l who a willing to give it up for the good of the team. Yes, boys and girls, the team. The team that pulls together... uh... pulls together. Yes. So, in the words of Knute... ah... of Knute... ah... make that the words of Tom Landry, go out there and win one for the Gipper."Boos erupted from freshmen and upperclassmen alike."Ok, fuck the pep. He surprised himself by saying "Tara!"She stopped in the semi darkness, trying to see who was sitting there in the back."Tara, what's wrong?" he said.She peered into the darkness and realized it was a boy named Tom. She'd seen him around, but he'd never talked to her."I sucked. That's what's wrong." she growled and then felt the tears coming back."What?" said Tom.Tara peered at him again. "This guy must be one or two bricks shy of a load" she thought to herself. "I said I sucked. I blew the. The only official criterion to be a Marshal that I hadn’t met now was a college degree or equivalent military service. Until I graduated in two and a half years, I would be a provisional, part-time Marshal--whatever that meant to the pencil pushers. Nobody I worked with had seemed to know or care about the difference.I got back to Raleigh near dinnertime on Friday. When I got to my apartment, I was surprised to find Holly there, along with a hot pizza for our dinner. We’d talked by phone. I pulled her up and kissed her on her lips and rolled her down.Now she was lying down and I was on top of her. I slowly took her shorts off, as the short was of satin it came down her legs like melting ice. I started kissing her from her toe and went up to her thighs. She was shivering and moaning softly.While kissing, licking, biting her inner thigh I put my hands inside her top and started pressing her boobs over her bra. I went up and raised her top till her boobs. I kissed her navel,.