Sally, the youngest sister was married to Mike and their daughter, Julie, was Kate’s age. Mary was divorced and had a son, Tom, a few months younger...than Kate. The phone rang and a few minutes later Auntie Beryl appeared at the doorway. She looked fed up and annoyed. “Sally has called to say that Mike has to work so won’t be going to the picnic. This is supposed to be a special day, you two have already spoilt it and now this. I am going to have a quiet cup of tea and decide how you will both. When I realized this I called the next morning to see if I could go over and pick it up. She said of course and to come on over. On my way there, I remembered that her husband had left the night before on a week-end hunting trip and that she was alone but I did not think much of it. When I got there she met me at the door wearing a blue house robe and house shoes. I thought it kind of odd since it was 10:00 in the morning. I apologized for leaving my coat and wallet and we talked a few. We don’t. Nobody kisses our butts. We play because we love sports. And we wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m living in the dormitories, located near downtown Boston. Ripley College spared no expense when it decided to add Football to its Department of Athletics. Thankfully, the Football program generated quite a lot of revenue in its first year. It cost the school two million dollars to begin a Football program. The program generated upwards of ten million bucks during its first year. I’m glad. When Stacey saw the spit for the first time she looked at it the same way that I did when Jason first pulled it out of the pickup truck and handed it to me, I was in the middle of being fucked by Jason on the couch at the time so she didn't think I had noticed at first then looked at me and saw me looking at her with a smile on my face, "You want it to?, don't you?" I asked her later that day when Jason had gone home and me and her were alone for the night, "No I don't, im not a pain slut like.