"Like my husband said, we're looking for a sponsor for the tournament." What I mean is," Minotti said, taking another sip of scotch. "why do you want ...o do this? You look like a nice lady. A soccer mom. You've been married for a long time?" Twenty years," she said, proudly."So why are you here?"Rochelle squeezed Aaron's hand and leaned forward a little, exposing her ample cleavage. Aaron had encouraged her to wear a low-cut blouse to this interview, as he felt it might help her chances."I think. To make sure no part of the football field was left open for the opponent to run through, the players rushed down field in a defined pattern that eventually converged on the player with the ball. Once finished kicking the ball, Jim became what the coach referred to as ‘the last man in the world,’ which from the look of things made him the guy who loafs behind everyone else as they rush to make a tackle. He never really knew what weight ‘the last man in the world’ bore on his shoulders, how. I can tell you one thing: he definitely doesn’t like being called Mackenzie. Well, anyway, like I said, I’ve known him for quite a while; he’s sweet, kind hearted, slightly dumb (hey, it’s cute.) and he always seems to know how to make me laugh, even in the worst of times. He’s not too bad looking himself if I do say so myself; with a mix of reddish brown hair, a clean shaven face, a great smile, and oh my god, those eyes! His green eyes always seem to be peircing right into your heart, melting. I could change the fate of the world. Build something better.I would.Everything blurred after that. I gave a speech while deflowering a virgin intern. I rode on a parade, waving at the crowds lining the streets of Washington D.C. waving American flags and flashing their lovely titties at me.More speeches. Interviews. I felt more like a prize show dog being trotted around than the most powerful futa in the world. It was dizzying, bewildering, but still amazing. I drank it in. I didn't want it to.