.preoccupied to even notice her almost throwing the controller at the T.V , twice.Back to the star of this story, her ass, it was unnatural, I mean it...was completely real but I swear if you saw this thing you could swear to me different, she had to jump up and down every morning just to be able to force it into any of her jeans, and the weird thing is, it didn't look too big, it was like God had taken his time to utterly perfect her hour glass figure, though she completely disagrees with me on. “Is something wrong?” asked Linda.“Linda, you just hit the ball farther than most men on the pro tour can hit,” Kathy replied.“Can you do that again?” asked Janice.“How far should I be hitting the ball then?” asked Linda.A man standing behind Janice and Kathy said, “Sugar, you just hit that damn little ball as far as you can and don’t worry nothing about no damn PGA golfers. ‘Scuse my language Ma’am. That was an incredible shot.”Linda stepped up and placed another ball on the tee and hit it. "Mr Powell," said their spokesperson, Ericka, a senior and one of thesection leaders, "we have a problem. Connie and Samantha haven't gottentheir luggage yet and they need their night-clothes and their concertgown and dress are in them, too and they have pillows in them and..."Kelly knew that Ericka was a mother hen for the ensemble. She'd been aleader since she joined as a freshman and she was the go-to-girl forevery problem amongst the choruses. Sometimes, Kelly referred to her ashis. Porter had not spoken more than three words to her at one time during the entire trip. He had not been trying to avoid her deliberately, but he had never taken the initiative to speak to her. ‘Who am I fooling?’ he kicked himself, ‘certainly I’m avoiding her as much as possible.’As he had tried to explain to Harlan yesterday, women made him uncomfortable. Women were an unobtainable promise of joy and fulfillment that he had always been denied. Since experience had taught him to stop even.