(Please attach rest of story... )INTRO #2: I spread apart those well turned legs looking for that divine honey pot that I knew was sure to be there. M... practiced eye traveled up one leg until I spotted it. Sure enough, "Miller's Honey Box" was stamped on the side and I knew I had found another antique treasure from the 1920's. The sturdy little piece of furniture had stood quietly in the back of the store... (Please attach rest of story... )INTRO #3: It was a dark and stormy night... (On second. Harris 's mansion.After around 30 minutes mr.sanon was in front of Harris.Harris: where is my money?Mr.sanon: My practice is not going well. As u know my license of practicing mbbs have been cancelled as per conspiracy by the present government. I don't have any money to give you. I am sorry.Harris: Mr.sanon I need my money. My Nigerian friend Suleiman had given me a debt and I must pay him back. He has already given me enough time and now he is here to take his money.Suleiman came out from. I change and head out to the court. I see that there are not a lot of students trying out. It looks like the same amount as last year, where some JV players will also need to play varsity as second string. I see Coach Taylor talking to the other coaches. We are sent upstairs to the indoor track to run ten laps I remember Coach Taylor making a comment that we have the best training facilities, but no one wants to play sports.After our laps. Coach Taylor tells us that he is disappointed in the. “Hey, Kels,” a familiar voice said. It was her friend Helen. “Finally gave up on laps?”Kelsey’s eyes flew open and was greeted with a torrent of water. She moved out from the shower stream, spluttering as she did so. She could hear Helen laughing. “What are you still doing there?” Kelsey said trying to contain the panic in her voice. Helen stood in front of her naked. She was a typical skinny, white, sporty girl. Her breasts were small and pert, her ass flat, and she didn’t have an ounce of fat.