At thirty-three, I’d just been promoted to full partner and celebrated by buying a brand new bright yellow Mustang convertible. I moved to a new apa...tment in a trendy part of town where I could hold huge parties for young, equally trendy people. There was just one thing missing in my life, and I went hunting for a beautiful, young, and trendy girlfriend. Hope springs eternal.Hope was her name.We met at the top of Mt. Si on a Saturday afternoon, looking across the lowlands toward Puget Sound. We. I wondered if maybe I'd get them when I wasolder. I sure hoped so. I wanted to be every bit as pretty as her sothat my father would make that goofy face again.**********************************************************************************************Wind blew through my hair as I shot upward, chasing after the waywardtennis ball that my father had launched straight up. It had a massivehead start, already dozens of feet up before I could react to its angel.It didn't matter. I caught it in. Chris continued to slap her ass and pull on her hair as he guided her around her own house. She only knew where she was from the different flooring, going from the tiles in the hall to the carpet of the lounge to the tiles of the kitchen. He walked her around and around, making her crawl faster and slower, slapping her ass, thighs and legs. Eventually they stopped in the lounge. "so slut, are you going to tell our guest what a slut you are?"Chris had made Sarah learn and practice this speach. Both teams raced up to follow, and Toronto's goalie skated to the bench. Another forward took his place as play moved into the Caps' defensive zone. The teams fought for the puck, but a slap shot by Toronto hit a stick and went out of play. Everyone sucked air and Brody hopped over the boards, his shift done. Brody watched as the Caps won the face off and the puck went to Baxter, who carried it up and shot it at the Leafs' empty net. It didn't have enough power behind it, and the ice was rough,.