But I did tune in and I did turn on, at least a little.Fact is, I was a good student, graduating on the honor roll, and a respectable athlete. I had t...e size to be a pretty good tight end -- 6-foot-2, 220 pounds -- and I enjoyed playing football, even if I didn't completely buy into the jock mentality.When I graduated, I had a few scholarship offers, and the one I chose was at USF -- the University of San Francisco. After a year at the dorm, I moved into an apartment a block or so off campus. Real water was impartial, and some might say, even cruel. As much as Flowing Sanctuary looked like something that would protect those that it cared for, it also attacked them with the same callousness and total indifference of a monsoon. Or, maybe the better comparison was angel. Much as its angel wings reminded her of Safe and how joyful it’d been, Flow was quickly reminding her of angels from the Old Testament.Thankfully the spirit didn’t throw them out onto the main street. Instead, it. I was surprised to see her nervous."So I thought you might have to stop calling yourself ugly if the evidence was overwhelming. Are you willing to go along?"I nodded dumbly. I had no idea where she was going with this."Good! I'll be back," she said, slipping out the door. I looked over at Summer, who went and sat on the edge of the bed. She patted the cover beside her, indicating I should join her."What's going on?" I asked."Wait and see," she replied, her eyes full of mirth.A few moments. He could hear her heart beating through the satin-like material of her ¾ cut bra. He could feel her chest rising and falling with each breath and he could see her pretty face looking down at him, somewhat angry, somewhat sorry there wasn’t time. ‘Let me up, please’. ‘You’ve time for a quick one haven’t you? After all, it will put you in a good mood for the rest of the day’. ‘I really don’t have the time’. Peter slipped down the bed over her slim body, until his face was over her sex. He could.