They said, "Oh really, you have not seen us. we play football for the Arena Football Team."I told them, "I am sorry but I do not watch Arena Football....One guy said, "Oh that's alright; it doesn't matter anyways. We just wanted to come over and tell you how hot you were looking and what a sweet booty you had!"I said, "Thanks!"Then a slow song came on and the black guy, James, asked, "Would you care to dance?"I replied, "Sure, let's dance."We walked to the dance floor and, once there, he wrapped. He entered the house, just as she went downstairs, and saw that she only wore a long T-shirt that barely covered her ass. She headed for the main house phone, to see if it worked.Dale grabbed Darcy, before she could lift the phone off the hook. He threw her over his shoulder, as he had the usual football player's build (he was a player on the college team too). He carried her up the stairs, scaring her as he did so."Dale, what the hell are you doing? Put me down this minute! You can't do this. It was enough to give me one of those split personalities they're always talking about on the crime shows.It was my least favorite 'cause it was reading.I looked forward to it 'cause it was my only class with Kimmy.You see, Kimmy's an eighth grader. And reading is a eighth grade class, but I'm in ninth. I know I have some trouble reading, but I still couldn't believe my parents and Mr. Ball, the principal, stuck me in this class.Like usual, I waited till just before the bell rang, then slipped. "You won't. We're in the control room upstairs, room 304N," Dave said. "Just knock and I'll let you in." All right," Richard said."See you later," Dave said.After Dave left, Richard was antsy. One the one hand, it would be cool to see the recording. But the girls ... They were waiting.Mort knocked on the front door, interrupting Richard's thoughts. Richard buzzed him in."How did it go?" Mort asked."Um, fine. Nothing major happened." Good. All right, you're free to go."Richard shouldered his.