" Larry King's face faded, replaced by a football stadium, with four football players facing off as a referee flipped a coin. "While other teams waite... for a coin to land, The Rebels picked up and walked off their field, taking a forfeit rather than sharing a field with the coach of the opposing Panthers. A forfeit that spoiled their perfect season."King's report was fair and balanced. Tami even said so as she watched it with me. Coach Rich got his say pretty much blaming the media for taking. Pretend I have every intention of sleep. But my claws they gently run down your spine. They tickle lightly at your skin. So your eyes open. You stare at me knowingly. I never though of being deaf until I was in your bed that night. I thought about how my eyes would talk to you. How you would stare down into my pupils and read my soul. And how like now, you would see the yearning in my eyes. Maybe I’ve had too much to drink. Yes? We have? Well, I don’t give a damn. And neither should you. You. I brushed 'my' hair out of my face and looked up to see a very regal Philholding his hand out to help me up. I accepted it and pulled myself up,teetering on the heels I was now certain I was wearing. But even with theheels, Phil towered over me."You okay Nick?" Phil asked me. He was wearing a red jacket with goldshoulders and buttons. Black trousers and boots finished his look. I alsonoticed he was wearing a gold crown."You know it's me?" I asked. Briefly shocked by the high pitched squeakthat. With the last two licks, she looked up at me and my expression. She regained that ear to ear grin and laughed through her mouth during each slow agonizing lick. ‘Why Jim, you taste pretty damn good! Mmmmm’ she purred and finished off the last lick then gave the palm of my hand a breathy sucking kiss. ‘I was just thinking the same about you, Sugarpuss…’ I replied. The brandy in the fondue had a mellowing effect, a slight ringing in the ears but an overall smooth buzz, enhancing our flirtatious.