'Good Luck', I said, as it was the only thing that I could think to say. 'Honey, I don't need luck today', she yelled with a smile, 'I've got youcover...ng my back.' The bell rang and she jumped down onto the heated steel. I saw her wince,but she regained her composure quickly and began the trek about the heatedrocks. One step, two steps, three steps all placed perfectly. She was doingexactly as I had been taught, keeping her head down and searching for patternsto help thread her way across the. And as she again leaned towards her lover, Bobby sawthat those firm tits hardly moved, staying tig ht to her body. He marveled ather tiny, almost nonexistant waist, which he swore he could put both his handsaround…and just below that he saw her tiny ‘innie’ belly button, and he felthimself almost drooling as he wanted to kiss that button, and tease her withthat tongue of his. Her stomach was almost as hard and flat as his…and asshe moved Bobby could see the many muscles of her lower belly. James continued. "Kyle, we were at that game. We've been to all of the games this year, but this game was one of the most exciting I have ever seen, and that final series of downs really were what football is all about. The rain and slippery surface of the field, the pressure on you to make the kick to win the game, and the aggressiveness of your opponents fighting for their reputation, everything just built to a level of tension that I have not seen in high school sports in years.Everyone. Food makes talks better, I believe.’ I was sure I knew what ‘the talk’ entailed, but I asked the question anyway. ‘What kind of talk?’ Holden brought a plate for himself and sat next to me. ‘About the other night and us. You know we have chemistry. A great deal of it. I like you, and I think you like me,’ he shrugged. ‘I realize you’re coming out of a difficult situation…’ his eyes traveled from my plate to my face and back again. ‘Maybe you should eat while I talk.’ ‘You’re not eating.