Now that I'm older it's a little harder, no, quite a bit harder to get some. I try and look back to see what I did then that I'm not doing now to see ...f there is anything I can pick up on to help out my lame ass. Where the hell did my confidence and swagger go? In high school I would always venture to the next town if I wanted to get laid for the weekend. It's not that there weren't any girls to fuck in my town, it's just I'd already fucked most of them and didn't want the same thing twice.. One day my parents are leaving for tirupathi for three days where there will be no one in my home except meSo i made a plan to call my gf to my home and i said the same to her which she agreed happily at last the day came i told her that i will pick @ 8 am morning and picked her some place near her home and reached my home and took her inside secretly without notice of any neighbors and locked the door and here the real game start she is wearing a top and leggings once i turned my face to her. After the varsity players told everyone to "Knock that shit off," I gave Coach Hickem the basic version that I was a new student in town. Coach Hickem laughed saying that he wished his players had my desire. Asking why I did not just go to a normal gym I stated that my work interfered with my afternoons. After that Mr. Hickem shook my hand inviting me into his little version of hell. I was not sure if I would call it a little version of hell but as a coach he was merciless towards his players. I had no mobile phone with me and even if I did have one it could haveled anyone who was tracking it straight to me. I took a few coins from mywhite leather handbag and dialled my boyfriend's number with shakingfingers. He answered after a few rings of the phone. "Edward?it's me,your Princess. I really need you to come out and pick me up. Yes, I knowit's two' o'clock in the morning, but you're the only one who can helpme. I saw something I shouldn't have, and now someone wants me dead. I'lltell.