It was a magical, very scary evening, full of contained grief and anger. Grief conflicted with awe, being able to play this game contradicting the raw...fact of our fallen teammates, sparked a hidden well of anger at Richie Del Toro and his band of rogues. I felt it in me, and I thought I could detect it in my comrades on the pitch. It heightened my senses, throwing me headlong into something resembling a dreamlike state. I rode the feeling throughout the second half, letting my emotions manifest. Before their night on the town the boys thought they would shower, get dressed and try their hand at poker in the casino. They both admitted that they didn't know much about the game and were going to go up to their room and review the casino rules on their phone and practice a bit. They invited us to their room to practice. I didn't know much about poker either but I invited them up to our room instead. I explained that we had a suite that had a living room and it would be more comfortable. I was standing by my large picture window and enjoying some hot chocolate and looking out at the pouring rain. It was just about the time Diane usually walks by smile and waving on her way home from school. I looked down the block and saw her. She was walking slow and carrying a ruined umbrella. She didn't have her raincoat on either. I could tell she was in trouble, I could actually see her shaking from the rain and cold. I ran out to take her inside out of the rain and get warm. She was. Anyway, he walked with me and when we stood in the elevator, I saw him looking at me. I only had a short skirt and a tank top because it was quite a warm day and he had a pair of shorts and looked pretty good. I did not really dare to look at him so I looked in the mirror of the elevator and I could not help but saw a bulge in his pants and that excited me quite a bit. I am 55 now, then I was 54 and he was so young and I was secretly a little proud of myself that he apparently got turned on by.