In Ronaldo, I became a fan. His stamina, fueled by a hundred downfield charges in every game, was incredible, and his hands: well, unbound by the rule... of his sport, they were extraordinary.When I watch a soccer match now, I am overcome with Proustian memories of endless energy suffusing me within, while adept and energetic hand gently squeezed me from without, until my body and his were united into a single, explosion of energy within me, as he came in a torrent of energy, praise, and. My teen years were a wonderful time for me because I had the opportunity to wear and play with pantyhose all the time. Mom was unknowingly providing me with a never ending supply of pantyhose. Actually, she still is because when I go home to visit (I’m away at school) I know I can count on obtaining several pairs before I return to school.Mom keeps a clean house but the top of her dresser is often cluttered. She has a habit of tossing her worn pantyhose on the dresser and letting them pile up. And damn you, it’s working.” He shook his fist at her.“I learned it by watching you!” she exclaimed, as if she was revealing a shocking truth. She flung herself onto the bed next to Merton. The hover-spells that kept it suspended in the air whirred underneath her impact and Merton reached down to pet her sprawl of blue hair. Her hair felt so silky. He wondered what it would have been like to pet Julia when Julia had been a Jules. He wondered if he could have pet her. He wasn’t gay. Well, okay,. To say things got a little tense is an understatement.Now I know what the result of the shit and the fan getting up close and personal looks like. The Admiral traveled with an entourage. Adjutant, secretary, driver and a jeep plumb full of armed mean-assed marines.The Customs didn't want to stop ... the Admiral had no jurisdiction over them ... these kids just had to be smuggling something and they were by god going to find it if they had to cut this fucking boat up in one inch squares and they.