”One guy carried a clipboard numbered to equal the number of shooters signed up. The contestants walked up to the clipboard man ... gave their name ...nd handed the slip to him. The clipboard guy opened the slip an wrote down the name next to the number ... one number at a time.The number slip was stashed in a pocket.AAARRRGGGHHH! Nobody knows when they shoot!“It’s all part of the game. You’ll start when called.”When every number had been listed we all moved over to the Hawk throw.“First runner!. Our kitchen table had been custom made years ago. There was a U-shaped bench with a U-shaped table facing it. The open end of the table was straight. Mom pushed my leg to move me in so she could fit on the end of the bench."Looks like you need a shower, Wes. And you definitely need to change those shorts. What do you think people will say if they see that slime on the front of them?" Her hand was on my thigh.I mumbled something. Mom seemed to be going to great lengths to embarrass me lately.Mom. “That’s all you baby,” she said as she moved with the rhythm of his hand. “I’ve wanted this for so long. Her body was begging for more and she let out a soft sigh. She quietly demanded, “Taste me, now.” As he got on his knees, he carefully placed her already propped leg onto his shoulder. He slowly leaned in and brushed the inside of her thigh. Little by little, he moved in closer and closer. She could feel his lips, his tongue slowly penetrate her. Shit! she thought. He felt so good that she. I’ll cook some dinner, and we can watch TV or something.”Sam stared at Tina for a moment. Confused, he answered slowly, “Are you sure? I don’t mind the Holiday Inn. It’s not the first time I’ve stayed in a motel room.”“No, really, come on over. I’ll even cook breakfast in the morning. Please?”The girl’s desire to impress her boss won him over. “Listen, are you sure you want me over? If somebody finds out, you know what they’ll say?”Tina waved it off. “You need anything from your office?”“No but.