Just like inside, we teamed up in groups, with the varsity working close with all the freshmen, going over every play until they got them just right. ...ractice went on till about 7:00 PM. It was a long one for sure. Back at the locker room, most begin stripping out of their gear, and hitting the showers. With the extra population of the invited Freshmen, it was pretty damm crowded, almost shoulder to shoulder. I made efforts at keeping close to Braxton, since again, he had asked to hang with. We moved this way for a lifetime, for a minute, for an immeasurable passage of time. The only indicator of its passing was the building heat, his racing pulse that I felt over every inch of his skin and his ever-changing stream of words captured by my brain as I struggled to remember everything. We raced together for a moment more and then, hands clasped, fingers laced, we fell together into the rolling tide. I tilted my head and rested it on his shoulder as I fought to regain even breathing. I moved in closer to an area where four picnic tables sat obscured from their view on a hillside about four hundred feet from the water's edge my pulse quickened as gazed upon the table there they were two pair of cotton panties,one white with a floral pattern the other light blue, both were high-cut with with dainty narrow waistbands.Being that no one was in sight, I first picked up the blue pair,turning them inside out I noticed the crotch stained with a whitish-yellow crystallized. A further pot, this time of my preferred Assam, arrived. The waitress poured a stream of the orange liquid into a fine china cup and left us to our discussions."How is my wife progressing?" Mr James leant forward, his tone one of evident concern for his wife's well being as much as for the success of her training."She is well," I said."I was concerned that she might find the experience," he paused, groping for the words that would describe his worries, "difficult to come to terms with."I try to.