“I will.”Brad walked on the protective rubber matting to the Coach’s office. “Excuse me, Coach Stanton and Coach Benton,” Brad asked, knocki...g on their office door. Frank and Carl looked up from his desk.“Yes, Brad, what is it?” He pulled his sweater down straight and pointed to the A.“Assistant Captain, I don’t understand.”“Do you think we could honestly let you go from being our team’s coach to a player and not reward you for your efforts? Son, we played three games in four nights. You helped. Soon I found Neha half covered herself with the same blanket. Since it was dark in the room and only TV light was only source, I had less chances to find what’s happening exactly.Neha’s mother who was next to her slept in sometime and my sister left for her room to sleep, and I & Neha decided to watch TV while my brother acted of sleeping next to Neha, though he was not.Since I am 4 year younger to Neha, she felt, I would understand nothing. Through movement in blanket, I realised, my brother. "So that's where that disappeared to," she thought. She grabbed the catalog and found its pages were stuck together and the smell of her lotion was on his bedsheets. There was no question that her that her son had been masturbating with her lotion and the thought shocked her. She looked at the pretty girls as she thumbed through the Victoria's Secret catalog and compared herself to them. Yes, they were a little younger, but her body definitely gave them a run for their money. She turned and. .. ‘The Journal of... ‘ that’s all I can read,” I must have looked completely stunned. “We had a Russian soldier with us for a while. I recognize the first three words from a journal that he had.”“Russian?” I asked.“Yup.”“Well that makes sense,” I said. “The Russians were here. Opal Anne read in another log that after the gold was used to pay for some war in Europe, the Spaniards were selling gold to Russia. So, this must have been the personal journal of a Russian working with the Utes and the.