I was euphoric and called the friend I was going to visit to excuse myself; he was extremely disappointed and tried to convince me saying that he had ...ragged about my prowess to one of his rich friends who was dying to meet me, but nothing would do: my dream had finally come true and my wish granted! That night I re lived our first encounter at the airport; all the details were so fresh in my mind that it seemed it had just happened. Needless to say, I repeated the solo session I had had in the. She quickly replied back,"How the hell do you know me? Whatever you do don't tell anyone."In that instance I knew she was under my controll, (hahahahah, no just kidding), but I was now able to be a bit suggestive."Relax, I won't tell anyone and I'm one of your friends brothers."This might have been a bit of a risky move, but with all the many friends she had and the fact many of them had brothers made it very unlikely she would be able to accuse one of them, besides she would have to tell her. .I'm not real sure what I'mgoing to do with you"."What do you mean?", he looked a bit worried."I could take you to the police station and book you for assault. Or, I couldlet you go. "Why don't you just let me go?Maybe I don't want to. I suppose I could give you two options and let youdecide."What options?", he asked."One, we go to the station or, two you prove you are a better athlete. If yourright, you're free."Gary was curious, "Option 2 doesn't sound so bad?"Yes.. But there's a. Her baggy jean shorts hung low on her hips, the beltline just above her pubic hair, exposing her tight stomach. She’d loosened her baler-twine belt so they would ride lower and protect her legs while she was toting hay.She became more alert as she neared the Woodsons. As she crossed in front of their driveway, ol’ lady Woodson yelled out. “Morning, you must be Emmitt’s oldest daughter.”Not slowing down one bit, Maggie shouted, “Yes ma’am, just going to get the mail.”Luther and Oscar heard their.