Dan and Brad skated a few laps and did some stretches to loosen up.The Coach finished his phone call and noticed Mike Johnson pass by his door. “Hey...Mike, have you a minute?”“Sure Coach.”“What can you tell me about that Miller kid?” He asked as Mike sat down.“Brad’s a good right winger. He and I played Midget for the River Rats for several seasons. We usually were on the same line. We did a lot of power plays and penalty kills. Brad won the rookie scoring title for our team and the league. If I. ..I was bathing." She dropped her eyes to the floor. "Did you find myclothes?"I looked up at her. "I didn't see any, but I really didn't look for anywhen I was bringing you up here to the house either." After placing alarger log into the burning kindling, I stood up and faced her. "Why areyou dressing like a boy, when clearly you are a very pretty girl?"She glanced at the board planking on the floor. "I wasn't always thatway," she sighed. "Once, I was as male as you."I frowned, not quite. There was no rush to the finish line and no pressure to remove her clothing but somehow she was almost naked and face down on the tattoo chair sipping the delicious iced tea that he had given her to relax her nerves. The thought crossed her mind that he might have put something into it more than tea because there was a sort of different taste to the concoction like a hint of almonds or some other exotic nut or spice.All she wore were her French undies and her nylons with the garter belt of. A wild blond triangle that harbored her sex. Her hips flaring in a subtle curve down to firm thighs. With a sigh, Sims turned back to the monitor in time to see Elise step out of the bathroom. Now dressed in jeans and sweater his attention was pulled to her pale blue eyes. He could think of nothing better in this moment that becoming lost within their depths. ‘Sims, I’m hungry, come take me to breakfast.’ Elise looked up into the camera, right at him, with a smile on her face as she made her.