The problem was that I’d stepped over a very bright line. I hadn’t pulled the trigger, but the government sure as hell wouldn’t care about that,...any more than they had cared about Chicagoans’ desire for beer in the 1920’s and 1930’s.I eventually fell asleep, though I slept restlessly, and awoke tired and stiff. Had it not been for the nap on Thursday afternoon, I’d have been in really bad shape. After my exercises I showered and took stock of what had happened. I was quite glad that it had been. There was a crazy look on her face. She said – “lets have sex”.I never expected such straight forward invitation. My dick was already hard. I gladly agreed. She pulled me to her bed and kissed me passionately. I also started to squeeze her boobs with one hand and started to explore her body with another hand. She was shivering like anything. I started to feel her hand on my pants. She was trying to open my zip. I helped her. My hands were by that time playing with her boobs. I started to suck. "Do you still think he was telling me the truth?" Lisa asked.Brad studied the pictures and then shook his head in disbelief."Would it help if I talked to Tom? Maybe I could get him to tell me what happened in Vegas," Brad offered."No, I'd rather you didn't. He needs to come to me on his own and tell me the truth," Lisa said. "If he can't do that, there is no chance for us." Lisa, you know how I feel about both of you. I would hate to see the two of you break up so if there is anything I can do. I could motor along onlong strides down the sidewalks for miles if I had to.I was nearly six feet tall by the time I finished high school and I wason the track team. My best events were the steeplechase, the mile andthe 400 meter hurdles because that combined a bit of jumping and a bitof endurance. I could jump a little and keep on jumping, in part,because I wasn't carrying much weight at all. I won some races, too. I thought maybe being on the track team would make me more one of theguys but I.