I'll think about it. Right now, I want to focus on helping my team win some games," Whitney laughed. "I want to talk to Lou about it, too. I don't kno... how it would affect my chances of joining her team in college." The way you are developing on the court, I don't see that it's going to make much difference where you play now, except that you might meet some more of the girls you'd play against in college if you were on a girls' team in high school. You've got my number. Call me if you want to. About halfway through the trip, a small helmet dropped down from the ceiling of the taxi. The helmet wrapped itself around slave's head and the hypnotic lights that began dancing across its face immediately brought it into a deep trance.A new scene of programming played inside the slave's mind as the lights continued to dance. A deep need to domestically serve began a focus in the slave's mind. It couldn't wait to arrive at Father's home so it could begin obeying.After the taxi arrived at the. "Ed misses you." I miss Ed," Lou replied, thinking, 'and you, you sleazy bastard, have ruined our friendship!'"There's room on the couch," Mike said, grinning evilly, "and Ed needs a girlfriend..."Lou turned bright red. "Fuck you, you pervert!" He couldn't beat Mike's ass, so he left, moving rapidly -- with Mike's mocking laughter following him.It was the next Thursday that Emmylou broke her leg. They were practicing a new lift sequence, and Emmylou over-rotated and lit wrong. There was a snap. At the end of the night we lost each other in the crowd and by this time my girls were a bit too drunk and I wanted to get them out before the big crowd would leave. As we were heading towards the door someone gently held the lower of my back. My natural reactions caused me to quickly turn the person's way with my "no bullshit tolerated" face on. My face instantly softened up when I saw that it was Bryan. "Drea, I can't let you leave without getting your number". I told him to use it with.