I really wasn’t doing much on that Friday night, so it didn’t really take much convincing.When I was there, I had no idea that night that my whole...life would change. The game was a formality. With Darrell on the court, St Paul’s had no chance of winning. With the game in hand, my eyes were fixated on Darrell. Whenever he dribbled, dunked, passed, I was in awe.On my way home, and all weekend, Darrell was all I could think about. The next game was on Tuesday, and it felt like a month had gone by. He now stood a full head taller than me andwas built like a linebacker. He had muscles on top of muscles beads ofsweat running down his bulging chest to his sculpted abs. His bicepswere like coconuts and his forearms would have made Pop-eye jealous.As my eye slipped down past his massive boner to his tree trunk thighs Ibegan to have dark but compelling thoughts. I laid my hand on his chestand gently pushed; he walked backwards into my room still transfixed onme swaying my hips.He tripped onto. There was no way Dr McKenzie was going to be able to get the wand in a rectum that tight. I handed the injection to Dr McKenzie. I raise Stefan’s balls out of the way and watched as Dr McKenzie injected the muscle relaxant directly into Stefan’s perineum. ‘FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! THAT HURTS!!!!!!’ ‘Yes, Mr. van der Bijl, it does. Now if you would kindly stop your dramatics, we can continue this examination. The injection I. Andrea complained abouther sore hip. Sonya loudly shouted "ouch!" and put her hand to her head:there was blood on it. Helen reached for her neck to smooth over thepain. All three turned to look at me. The menace in their eyes wasobvious.Sonya spoke first: "You're gonna regret that."Vickie spoke second: "You really think you're that macho, eh?"Andrea stared at me, shook her head disapprovingly, and hissed at me,"You are so going to be the centre of attention at my party."-----000-----I will.