“Finally you decide to show your face!” Jake moaned as he turned to see an out of breath Danny approaching the wishing well. “Do you know how lo...g I’ve been waiting here?!”Danny was still trying to catch his breath before he responded, “I know... I’m sorry...I got here as fast...as I could!”“Fuck man!” Jake commented, “you look like your gonna have a heart attack or something! Are you ok?”“Yeah, I’ll be alright, I jus...I just need to...to rest a sec”Jake saw how worn out Danny was and wondered. I hit the couch myself, lol. Chips and some cheese dip would be good for a while. Ricky crosses the common, having finished up the three rooms on the right—still 4 to go. He looks over and asks if I would like another beer. I tell him sure, and he could suck my dick again, but it wouldn't get him out of work. Couple of hours go by, and somebody's finally hitting the door. It's Kyle, and he had Tommy with him. “So what's up” Kyle, grinning, reports that he and Tommy had scored. “Good deal” I. She was wearing the typical tennis dress with white shorts underneath. Her hair was in a pony tail, platted. "You wanna take over now?" She asked. "Sure." I said stepping forward as she stepped back. I hit the first ball back. "There you go! Now you're actually making contact with the ball." She mocked me again. "I was making contact with the ball before!" I protested. "The ball hit the racket when I was trying to get the ball from hitting me on the face." I said lowering my voice. She laughed. When they went in, Jenny was a little surprised at the light. Usually, she could hardly see when she tried to get to her seat. This theatre was a little different. There were three aisles; one down the center, and one each down each side. By code, there must be an aisle so nobody must go past six other people, which means you can have one center aisle and rows with thirteen seats in each row. This theatre only had seating for about fifty. There were only about six seats in each row.Joe went in.