" Yeah. That's why you're not on varsity." Huh?" Coach Mitchell has this thing about not putting guys on his team who don't show up for try-outs." I'm...sorry, Coach. I haven't been all together this year. I didn't think I'd be playing." I don't know the whole story and I don't need to. I've seen you working out with Whitney every morning and that was good enough to tell me you were still in shape and strong. Between that and the story that you sank nine out of ten free throws at the fair this. (Yea, so what? I'm bi-sexual. Oh, did I mention I cross dress too?)When I got to the long stairway where most people meet each other therewas no Gail in sight. But as I reached for my cell, somebody yanked meinto a secluded corner.She began by shoving her tongue down my throat and pressing her hipsas hard as she could against my cock.(Nice to see you too Gail)"You asshole," she said. "Don't stay away so long next time!"Gail was about to unzip my fly when a rent a cop bellowed at us."Hey! . I was fascinated to see a woman at a loom weaving fabric to make clothes. We went to the village hardware store where I could hardly believe that they had everything you could imagine needing. Coming out of that store I smelled something wafting through the air. My saliva glands kicked into overdrive as we were magnetically drawn to a bake goods shop. There is nothing even close to the delight of fresh baked cookies. I had no choice but to buy a dozen of their oatmeal raisin cookies. Something. You just seemed so sad at the idea of the three of us going our separate ways and I didn't want you to run away after what you said. So I just… went with it. It was stupid, I know that. But the truth is… I kinda liked it." Carly admitted shyly, gazing momentarily at Freddie while she spoke."You did?" Freddie asked softly, his eyes locked on Carly.Without breaking eye contact, Carly looked at Freddie steadily and nodded slowly."So… what happens now?" Sam asked abashedly, torn between staring at.