He winked at me. “Greg made the all-state team last year. You wrestle Greg here and you’ll figure out pretty quick if you want to stick around or ...ot.”A few second later, we were set up on a mat. A small crowd was forming while we waited for Assistant Coach Bowles to blow the whistle. I started in the down position. Becky was so small she could barely get her arm around my side. She put one hand against my ribs and the other above my elbow. Her hands felt tiny, but her arms seemed kind of .... ." It's okay. We don't get along that well, either. That's why I live with Dad. She's a demanding bitch."Nicole laughed, unable to hold it back. "You said it, not me."He chuckled, and then gestured toward her poles. "Having any luck?" I've only been out here for a little while, but I've already caught one." Mind if I drop a few lines and try my luck?"Not wanting to commit too much, because she was more than a little suspicious of what he was up to, she pointed and answered, "I'm cast off that. Rennick. I’d had her for English, but she was sort of strict about punctuation and made us read Shakespeare.“What are you doing now?” she asked as we parted.And not a half-hour later she and Ms. Rennick found me on the nature trail. “Let’s get a move on, Chris. This place has a million things to see,” Ms. Barton acting like this was summer school.Ms. Rennick gave me a wink, as maybe not all teachers are that excited about biology, or whatever.We only made it part way around the loop, Ms. Barton. "I don't know", she responded miserably "I'll check later, when I feel like getting of this couch again." The thought alone of getting another, up-close, look at that beautiful ass drove me to blurt out "I'll just do it for you, really no problem." before I knew what had happened. "Oh, no", she said "I couldn't possibly expect from you, it's probably not that bad anyway.". In for a pound in for a penny I thought, and persisted, arguing the importance of her health. More or less to my amazement.