We kept it down to a dull roar instead of a cheering crowd.While I was chatting with Sherry before our last class, I dug around in my purse for a pen ...nd touched something strange. It was a CD in a paper envelope. I took it out; it was labeled, "Natalie" with today's date.I sure hadn't put it there. I showed it to Sherry and asked, "Any idea what this is?"She looked at it and said cautiously, as if it were a trick question, "A CD-R. Burned in a home computer."Jaysus, I knew that! "Not what it. "Come here then. Jesus, you're so beautiful today." Am I?" Lonnie's big brown eyes looked down and she bit her lip. "Do you still love me?" Oh yeah, Lonnie," I said, helping the petite girl climb onto my lap. This wasn't the first time we'd done this. "Did you take your pill today?" Uh-huh," she replied, showing off her braces and the dimples in her cheeks. "I take one everyday, just like you said." Good girl." I held the fourteen year old in my arms and she was only barely that; Lonnie's. I finally did fall to sleep only to dream about her. I awoke the next morning, very uncomfortable. My underpants were wet and sticky. I had a wet dream. Oh great! Now what? Although I could change myself it would take a little while. And I would need help getting my new underwear. What should I do?My plan! Wet sticky underwear was not a part of it, but I might be able to incorporate them into it. My mom and dad came up to my room, “We are getting ready to leave,” they said, “You should get up. An exception to this “yea me fuck you” was Coach J. It seemed he would go out of his way to help anyone. Maybe it was because he wasn’t threatened by others cutting in on him as he was the head coach who was in charge of the varsity basketball and football teams. Coach J was in his fifties, six foot six, still muscular with a slight gut that comes with age, the darkest of complexions and a big bright toothy smile that was framed by his shaved head and a full graying goatee. It was said he use.