Before we split up, Chloe asked if they could see the video. “Not now, of course. But will you be able to edit it, put it on DVD or something?” �...Absolutely. I'll set up a new Dropbox account and upload it. It'll be a big file, but with any luck I can edit down to about fifteen minutes”. We exchanged email addresses. It was mostly bad luck with dodgy focusing, so the usable footage amounted to about ten minutes. Thankfully, all of the big moments and the individual things we did had at least a. Besides the few pachinko parlors and convenience stores, every city in the prefecture was dead after 9pm. I was also bummed when I found out that my host school was a Junior High School known for it’s “bozozoku” (gang member) type kids. Oh great, not only was I sent to a Junior High instead of a real High School, my students were dumb as shit. They sure didn’t put *that* in the brochure. I got settled in to teaching my English classes and after six months of playing. The girls were impressed with the size of the stadium. To them it looked like the Super bowl stadium. Everything was bigger and better than they had ever seen before. The massive size of it was intimidating to not only the girls but to everyone else in our group. Tracy went to the registration table to get us checked in and pick up our schedules. I noticed ESPN had set up cameras to cover the event. Seeing the cameras gave me an idea. I spoke with the producer and when I told him my name he. Again.Starting the walk back, I realized the problem with parking so far away. I was tired, and just wanted to get back to my car.After about 5 blocks, I heard a wolf whistle. Some guy was on the other side of the street, admiring me as I passed. He was very tall, maybe 6'4", and really well built.Maybe it was my horniness from flirting with Bill all night, or maybe it was the alcohol, but I couldn't resist giving him a little show to turn him on. I spun around on my heels, flaring my skirt out.