I had been in the grassy area out by the gym. It wasn't empty but there weren't too many people, just enough that no one was going to be paying much a...tention to me. As I started to walk away something hit me in the back. I turned to find a large guy jogging towards me, following his gaze I saw the football that had hit me."Sorry about that," he offered. "You'd think a quarterback would have a little more control."I looked beyond him to see Brad Russell watching the scene unfold. I picked up. Jeanette Hathcock leaned down and took the hem of her skirt in her hands and looked accusingly at Nadine."You'll go to hell for this," Nadine whimpered but she too reached down and took the hem of her navy-blue skirt in her fingers."Shut the fuck up and show us your squirrel-covers," Ray laughed.The three women slowly lifted their skirts and Ray and Steve watched appreciatively as the hems of the three navy-blue skirts crept up the legs of their three captives. Michele Bouvier's legs were thick. He is about 6 foot three, 4 inches taller than I and a big solid bloke. His arms went around my shoulders and mine under his arms and around his back, briefly my head rested on his shoulder. "Great to see you mate, it's a long time since we had beers and talked shit together" we disentangled and I have to say I felt a little emotional that I still had a really good friend. Anyway, we sat down and watched the football and knocked back the beer pretty quickly. We talked a lot about the old days. ." You think so, huh? My gosh Patricia! The yacht!" Yes, of course... I was so way out of line..."I stared at her. She looked sincere. "You certainly were... Oh heck Patricia. If you're really serious about apologizing, I'll forgive you." Really?! Eric... Thank you. That means so much to me. I felt so terrible... when I woke up the next morning, and realized what I had done..." Huh? Woke up? You mean on Thursday?" Huh? Eric, what do you mean? I mean Friday. What are you talking about?" I.