I know that you are tired and I am already done drawing all of the major portions, but I decide to take advantage anyways. As you shift and are lookin... away I ghost next to you and press my body close. I immediately nip at your ear, knowing it drives you insane, and grin a little as you moan and struggle some. “Ty…” You say it in your cute begging voice, the one that makes me want to do what you say and you know it, but I am too intoxicated in the event to be bothered. “What, hm?. Jim at tackle, and Wolf at tight end, would be on the strong side. Bert would line up on that side also with me in shotgun. Ed or Kelly would be on the weak side playing tailback.On the snap, the tackle and tight end would double team the defensive end. If Jim, playing tackle, had the defensive end blocked then Wolf would slide off and pick up a linebacker. Ed would lead the play. His job was to either slow down the linebacker, or block the strong side safety. Jeff, at wide out, was charged. Yes I said I stopped her. Asked her are you ready for this. She's 6 years older than me. But said I've watched you grow up same age as my brother and doing many of the same things football you name it. Knowing how much time my brother spent in weight room when I saw you on weekends it always made me wonder. Cuz Both of you are bigger muscular guys. But I was married. Usully had k**s to worry about at that age. They were all under 10 and needed constant supervision most of the time. . He had noticed it too when he first spoke to Sandy on the plane. Two southern gals on his arm for the evening. Life was just too damn sweet.He escorted the ladies to the waiting limo. "Your chariot, my ladies," he crooned to them. He helped each one inside, and then slammed the door shut after he got in. Everyone looked fabulous. He was wearing his best tux, and his cowboy boots. He didn't think they went together, but to hell with it. He never went anywhere without his boots. He wouldn't be.