Several people screamed causing even more to look at what was going on. Quickly some of the girls rushed to the aid of their fallen teammate, wonderin... what had just happened."You probably shouldn't do that anymore," John said and walked back to the field. The people in the stands called for the coaches to help the poor cheerleader as he lay injured, and when the commotion was finally over, John's coach pulled him aside."What the hell is going on John? You just punched that kid and probably. "I've never told anyone this story." What story?" I almost got mugged by a guy with a knife in a laundromat when I, we, were undergrads at Cal Tech. There was a girl, woman, who bashed his head into a sink and then used his own knife to cut his throat." Oh, Christ." Yeah. She didn't leave any evidence behind - no DNA, no fingerprints, not a hair or a fiber. The thing is that she had written the breakthrough equations on a table with a marking pen. I talked the crime lab out of the tabletop. She agreed. Now I knew how make hole in the tent. She was on top on her knees.She stared rubbing my tool while on top and it came on the target, I pulled her both knees upwards on the bed with both my hands-Her body weight had made her fallen on my lower stomach where my tool was in upright position to enter the love hole. It drilled into her pussy -her eyes filled with tears seeing me helplessly, as she never knew I will drop her body through her love hole. I soon embraced her and rubbed her. ”I rolled the Indian out of the barn, and Bobby came out right behind me on his Kawasaki dirt bike. I climbed onto the Indian and started it up, and it felt so familiar to me. Like it really was my bike again. I put on my helmet and took off. Bobby was right behind me, and I had the best half hour of fun on a bike that I have had since I was a teenager.We rode to the pond and had a picnic and went swimming. We stayed for over an hour and a half and then rode back. It became almost a daily.