I could feel my cock growing hard in my pants, I then noticed her take a peek at my crouch and this made me even harder and faster. She only grabbed a...small hand full of files and slowly worked on putting them away. She returned for more files and this time I noticed her blouse was open even more so. Damn she was hot looking and this was making me go nuts. Again she only grabbed a few files and this time she grabbed the files from the bottom of the stack. She walked over to the filling cabinet. About that I was not going to object.But that still leaves me in a job I'll never be qualified to handle.Kevin told me that the assistant coaches wanted to take control. That is a possible escape route. But is somebody like me allowed to escape? Or do they expect the legend of Jacob Jehosphat Stone never to have limits? Plus, are the assistant coaches any different?Chapter 7TiffanyPersonal log (voice), Tiffany French, Captain of the Flying Dutchman, 5:45 pm, October 28th 2006.I was sitting on. While I was exercising my tight round ass cheeks by walking upward on the slope, a thin boy riding a hefty motorbike drove slowly parallel to me. He had a cigarette stuck on his lips and was staring at my figure rather inappropriately. I looked at him twice and when I started to walk away from him, he made his move.Him: How much? (staring at my body after saying this).Me: Excuse me?I knew he was under the wrong impression that I was some kind of a prostitute, but I wanted to be sure.Him: Get on. I’d known Chad for almost my entire life. I knew most of his secrets and he knew most of mine. Even if he couldn’t help me, it might be therapeutic to tell him my story. My plan was to stay as close to the truth as possible without revealing it was my mother who I sort of fucked. The next day I managed to get to him alone and I related my story. I concocted a story about me sleeping over at a friend's house and having an accidental encounter with this friend’s naked sister, who then lured me.