The cheers from the crowd now roar like thunder in the loudest of storms. The sunlight washes over me, turning , viewing the spectacle of the mob, as ...y eyes now adjust to the light. Looking over the crowd…my eyes dart. Something ..is.. not as it usually is. There is something different. There! In the third tier , two boxes from center. I see a face…a veiled face…but I know the eyes…I have seen them before, I have seen their sparkle before. I continue to peer up, unable to take mine from hers.. It's well known that a lot of girls who play sports like other girls. I would say at least one third is gay.I began to like Lisa, our Captain. She ran the team and kept us in line and motivated. She was a senior and had beautiful short brown hair. She had blue eyes and stood about my height 5'10. We were both starting guards, but I had over 100 more points this season. One day after our most recent game, Lisa asked to help me take the tape off her ankle. I did and all the other girls. "What do you think of it?" It's beautiful," he said as he kissed her. "How did you get it here in that little car of yours?" Your parents and I went and picked it out," she said. "We took your dad's truck. They even helped me bring it in and set it up. Wasn't that sweet of them?" Wow, it sure was," Jamie said surprised. "They never went to that kind of trouble when I was a kid." Well, as we were on our way to the lot Marlene told me that since this was our first Christmas together it should be. I kept imagining that she wouldn't really show up and I'd sit there all Saturday watching college football and jerking off that night. Or if she did show up, she'd back out of really doing anything. I mean, she'd say she was my slave but would stop short of anything really risqué.But what if she was really going to pay off the bet? I would have to be ready in that case. I mean, she'd have to know what a woman being a slave meant, at least to a guy. My imagination ran wild with the.