That’s real sportsmanship. If you want to leave the game and go to the hospital we’d understand.”“Thanks, coach but all I’d do is be waiting...around like the rest of the family. Besides, we’ve got a game to win.”“Brad, you’ll have to change your uniform. It’s too blood stained to be allowed back into the game. Besides, I don’t want the fans to see how much of the white was turned red,” the trainer said. He went to the storage room and returned with a clean sweater, pants, and socks.As Brad. I reach out and touch your bicep, and you smile and make a muscle forme."My," I say. "You are awfully strong. I'm sure you must be stronger thanthe boys at my school."I adjust my body so my legs are no longer under me. I'm not certain, butI think I spot you sneaking a glance at my thighs as I just happen tosit a bit closer to you. When I lean back on the couch, your left arm isbehind me. You're very nonchalant as your fingertips begin to play withmy bare shoulder.My voice gets a bit nervous as. ‘Just be my friend – my very best friend – my ‘bestest’.’ He softly spoke with such sincerity that the stiffness in Jennifer’s body seemed to melt. With a mischievous grin, he continued as he threw the car keys to security. ‘And for God’s sake, trust me.’ She didn’t demure as he took her hand and led her to the lift where he punched the key for his apartment – the penthouse. Although apprehensive, she didn’t hold back. She was distinctly suspicious yet her curiosity had ultimately overwhelmed. On that night, Ceras dressed in high heels, black thigh-high stockings, a mini-skirt with no panties, and a black but opaque top that showed off her nipples. Ceras's white, smooth skin contrasted perfectly with her black lingerie. She looked damn good.The doorbell rang and Ceras opened the door for Brad. Brad marched in and immediately took command, instructing Ceras to lay back on the bed, and open her legs wide for him. I watched Ceras closely this time as her demeanor took a complete turn,.