This weekend would be anything, but routine he would learn by Sunday afternoon. It would be a weekend he would remember the rest of his life. The bus ...rrived Rusty paid his fare. He noted as he boarded that there was only one other passenger. A pretty girl with blonde hair in a pony tail, dressed in a blue sweater that showed off her ample bosom. She was reading a book sitting in the last row of seats. Rusty guessed her to be bit older than he was and from the local college. In 1962 if you were. She had already showered by the time that I arrived home from work and she was wearing a pretty flowered summer dress that had thin straps that went around her neck and no bra. She looked sensational and I was hard as soon as I saw her so I’m sure that Pat will be as well when he sees her. Pat was due to arrive at seven o’clock and he was knocking on the door at a quarter to seven. I laughed as I said, “He is keen baby.” She kissed me as she opened the door; Pat had a bunch of flowers and a. "You two have been in my thoughts lately. Eric, your speed on the field is exceptional, and we're going to need speed. But your ball handling could use some help. I would like you to work before school with a friend of mine, if you're willing. He might be able to jump- start your skills in a short amount of time."Eric didn't look too happy about the prospect of getting to school early just to learn how to juggle a soccer ball better, but he wisely kept his mouth shut for the moment."In return,". Gina bowed her head in degradation."Please put your dog collar on me, Natalie," Gina said in a diffident little girl whisper.Natalie smiled."That's not good enough, you rich cunt. Say it louder, and really put your heart and soul into it for me."Gina began to cry. But she finally found the strength to look directly at her tormentor."Please, Natalie. Please put your dog collar on me. I really want you. Pleeeeeease, Natalie."Natalie giggled, leaned over the now frantic older woman, and fastened.