I was standing at a corner where the dildo section ended and magazines began (my favourite place) and was just browsing through a few titles, a little...bored, watching her as she walked closer.Unlike most other customers she didn’t bring a friend along to giggle and relax her, so I thought there must be a real need for sexual satisfaction in her life to take on this bold new step, as embarrassing and unfamiliar as it seemed to her. She was dressed in a long coat, which she closed all the way up. “So, am I gonna be on your team Max? I wanna win you know. With those biceps you should really be able to score. Know what I mean?” Then she proceeded to rub her plump breasts on my elbow. God, I couldn’t take it!We formed the teams and, as fate would have it, Jyothi was on my team. Our team was up to bat. I went first—out of the park!Then Jyothi went to the pitch. She hit a ball and collided with the fielder and fell. She held her ankle. I instantly ran to the pitch along with several others.. It was at least reportedly the oldest unchanged building on campus; that much the school records could confirm. What no one could say for sure was exactly why looking at the house sent such a chill up someone's spine. Maybe it was the way it was positioned all the way on the farthest corner of campus, isolated as far from anyone else as a sorority house could get. Maybe it was the crows that always seemed to flock around it like bees to honey. Maybe it was the rumors of screaming coming from. Wolfgang closed the door behind him and turned the bolt. He glanced around the modest apartment just assure himself that they were alone. The place was neat and clean, very orderly for someone who lived alone perhaps, but he was a tidy man by nature, as Wolfgang knew. The Matchmaker was a small time fence as well, and sometimes an informant for the Federal Police, depending on circumstances.He wasn't much of a criminal as such things go, however; the man had no taste for violence or anything.