Scowling, she reached into the soft ground and pulled the object out. Toher surprise, it was an old brass lamp, like something out of theArabian Night.... At first she assumed it was just a child's toy, but theweight and texture told her quite clearly it was metal."An oil lamp? They still make these?" she wondered aloud, looking theobject over. "Wonder who'd be dumb enough to dump something like thisout here...?" As she stared at it, her inner child brought to mind thetimes she had watched. I reached the bottom of the ramp and opened the storage area, this is something I've done countless of times with out incidence, tonight would not be the same. The lights went and I found myself in utter darkness, all around me was pitched black. I froze waiting fro the emergency lights to blink on, nothing. I slowly turned, I could not see which way I came. I felt along the wall for the hand rail along the ramp. No matter which way I went there was no ramp, I started to panic as I thought. Hard. Like an a****l. And you start to breathe hard and moan. You are pounding me so hard that I clench the sheets for support, but you keep going, fast, and even harder, so that I lay down on the pilllows and clutch the headboard. I hear the sound of your balls slapping my ass, smell your sex sweat, and feel you groan as your cock slams into my tight pussy. My pussy contracts and I know I am close to orgasm. But you know that to get off you cannot ignore my clit. The tight, ribbed walls. "I will get the athletic department to work on getting you a waiver so you can catch a ride with us. It makes the most sense of any possible arrangement." I guess," I agreed. "I had no idea it was this complicated to win an award."Coach let out a long chuckle. "You haven't seen anything yet, Coach. I expect ESPN is going to invite you to their awards show two days later. That is in Orlando. You are a shoo-in for the Biletnikoff award." Best wide receiver?" I asked."That's the one," Coach Burton.