The more things change the more they stay the same. And the memories…Ahhhhh…the NFL has left me with so many great moments and also an equal amoun... of heartbreak. I am a Buffalo Bills fan so every single time I hear the words ‘wide right’ a little piece of my heart is ripped out (NFL fans will understand). I remember the great years of the Steelers dominate team with Lynn Swan or John Stallworth leaping high in the air to make a magical catch, and who can forget the Immaculate Reception. I. ' Now, I did like it, I especially took care to take my shirt off on warm days and kept my muscles flexed as I wheeled the mower around. They would often bring me something cold to drink and ask me to sit with them to cool off while I drank it. I loved it.I had just turned seventeen and was finishing up mowing the yard and was busy raking the leaves and trimmings out of the beds and bagging it all up. I stood right at six feet tall, one hundred sixty-two pounds and had a nice tan since I. Haumia made some coffee and Matt made them each a milkshake. They went to watch TV.“This is a genuinely nice house, Matt. Not the bachelor pad I thought it would be. You’ve an office for work and it’s… cozy.”“Thank you. It was my mom’s; I took it over when she moved to Delaware.”“How did you get into finance and helping people?”“You’ve probably heard of my cousin Paul Caruso. We were born two days apart, he’s the older. When he was eighteen, we won the state lottery. I’ve always been a whiz. “Relax,” I told her. “Follow my lead. Lips closed.”“Sorry. I just...”“I understand,” I smiled. And kissed her. Her lips had gone tight. I pulled back. “Relax, Sarah.”“Okay,” she smiled.This time it worked. She followed my lead. The shifting. The widening lips. My tongue tapping at her teeth opened them, letting it in and greeting her tongue, which sparked her passion and mine too. She pulled me closer with her hand. Then the same hand led mine to her breast. I could tell she liked the squeeze.