She’s good people. Perfect. Cute. Smart.” I smiled. She was watching. “Perfect.”“Son,” Dad said solemnly, “we raised you the best we cou...d. We stood by you the first time, even though we thought it wasn’t right for you. I hope you’ve grown.”“Dad, I didn’t find this one at a college mixer. We WORK together. She shoulders the load at work. It’s like we’re meshed.”“Bring ‘er down, son,” Mom said. “We’ll be happy to see the two of you...”“Good. WE want to talk with you about our wedding plans while. The next morning John woke up while Cindy was finishing her makeup. "CindyI told you yesterday you didn't have to do any of that stuff anymore." Johnsaid from bed."I know you did. I am doing it because I want to. I forgot how muchattention I used to get and have enjoyed it a lot over the past month. Iprobably won't keep it up for too long but I'm used to it for now." Cindy'sreply was a little hard to understand since she gave it while putting onlipstick.John smiled. He may have won after all it. A couple minutes later it flickered and stopped transmitting. We could only hope a signal got through, but it was doubtful and we were far enough away that we might run out of oxygen by the time they found us. The oxygen generators would last us a good four hours to maybe eight hours if we use the pain killers in the first aid kit to knock us out. I began to despair, laid back on the floor of our remarkably spacious tank, and closed my eyes surrendering to defeat and depression. I heard the. I take some photos and try not to focus on the nice asses or bulges. After all, they should be public pictures.After training is over, one by one the boys slowly leave the field and walk past me in the direction of the changing room. All pretty sweaty. Which presses the tight shirts and shorts even more against the young, muscular bodies. Adam is one of the last. When he comes off the pitch, he stops by me. "Come into the locker room for some photos." I look at him in surprise. "Do you think.