We started off with little round cones in a straight line behind me. Coach would toss the ball over my head and I was supposed to turn and run straigh... back to catch the ball over my shoulder. This was similar to what Coach Haskins did with me, so I did fine.Tristan was up next. As the ball went over his head, the coach called out, “Crossing it.”That meant he had crossed the cone line and not run straight back. If you crossed the cones, you had to fade back to get into position to catch the. I took drink orders as we moved, and stayed in the kitchen to mix them. Katie's ass was particularly mesmerizing as she crawled away from me, but I dragged my eyes away. °You're not going to reduce the swelling that way, son,° I thought to myself in my father's voice. I focused on the drinks.Their ready banter was warm and familiar. The three of them caught up on recent events as I mixed frozen mojitos for the ladies and popped some beers for the boys. Katie requested an iced tea during a. “Oh dear. I’m sorry to hear that. Was there any particular reason you didn’t graduate?” I asked.“Well, if I’m being totally honest sir, I was expelled.”“For?”“I got caught blowing a guy in the bathroom during 5th period.”“Oh my God,” I said shocked.“It’s just…I’m really good at giving head, it’s one of the only things I can do right.”“Oh, don’t say that Lisa, I’m sure you’re capable of doing a lot of stuff, just probably not software analysis,” I assured her.“Analysis? Is that like anal?” Lisa. .For the most part, though, Jane was average. Average as hell.She was excited, then, when she found something at the library. Nobody seemed to even notice the existence of a spellbook, sitting on the floor next to a table. If she hadn't rushed over and grabbed it, she would have sworn the dude walking past her would have stepped on it.As she read through it, she became curious. It didn't look like this was a playful book, meant for children; there were no pictures, and it seemed to be all.