She swallowed, looked away. She realised she didn’t want to leave, be away from -him-. Even for a moment. ‘Have I kept you from doing stuff?’ sh... asked, a quick plan coming to her. ‘Not at all. Got nowhere else to be at the moment. You?’ ‘Same… listen want to catch a movie or something?’ He nodded. ‘Sure thing! What do you like to watch?’ And so what she’d later decide was ’round two’ began. They both took a bathroom break – hers leading to discovering that she wasn’t just -wet- she had been. I graduated from UC San Diego five years ago and now live alone in a house that used to belong to my parents but they have since moved to another city to retire. I figured, rather than spending money on rent to live in a tiny apartment, might as well save up over the years and live in a nice big three story house. I live up in the penthouse suit while I rent the rooms on the second floor to students attending college in town. We all share the common room and dining space. The basement is mainly. "I didn't say that." You didn't say that, exactly, but that is what you said," Sean corrected the Coach. "Pick any play and I'll show you what I mean."They spent the next twenty minutes going through plays. The Coach was insistent that plays with hand-offs were different.Finally, the Coach Strom sat back and, throwing up his hands, conceded with, "Okay, okay. They're options of basic plays. What difference does it make?" Most people have trouble thinking of more than one thing at a time," Sean. Leslie is not quite as tall as Jules or I, but she has a long, lean lower body. Her legs are probably her best feature, all the way up to her bum. She looks good in dresses, and rarely wears pants. She also rarely wears panties, except at work. I'm a lucky man, and smart enough to know it. It turned out they knew each other. Leslie and I are in our late thirties. Jules would be about 15 years behind us. Leslie’s a history teacher, and Jules had gone to her school, but had never been in.