Well, not really, but I guess I-‘ she put a fruity wine cooler in my hand before I could even finish. ‘Well if you don’t, you do now,’ she sa...d, sipping her Lime-a-Rita. ‘Everyone on the cheer team drinks. It’s no big deal, my mom doesn’t care.’ Not knowing what to say, I took a gulp of my drink. It didn’t taste half bad. *** About four wine coolers later, some of the other cheer girls showed up at Natalie’s house. All of them were in their skimpy cheer outfits. Natalie laughed as she could. I could see the confusion in my girl’s eyes. She had thought that Tom and Lisa were together. We piled back into the booth for more beer and to finish the game. Once again, my sweet BBW was wedged in between Tom and myself. Now, with Lisa’s husband here, Tom turned on the full charm for my girl. She smiled and blushed and deftly handled his discreet passes; a brush across her big thigh, plucking at her sweater. The game had a disappointing finish, but the copious amounts of beer had eased. ‘Someone who knows how to please a man, fucking you is like fucking an elephant, except that would be more interesting’ Jamie spat at her. Damned if that hadn’t raked over her biggest insecurity – she’d always felt inferior to Jamie, he was talented, good looking and she’d always found it difficult to believe that he wanted her despite what he’d always said. He knew how self-conscious she was about her less than waif like appearance and yet he seemed to think it was ok to use that against her.. I was tired and sore from the events of the previous eveningand the early hours of this morning, I just couldn't believe what hadhappened to me. I seemed normal enough (or as normal as one could bewhen you are a guest in Chelmsford prison); just Mike. Mike brushinghis teeth, Mike combing his hair, Mike changing into clean fatigues.Mike drinking coffee alone in the deserted cafeteria. There was no signof Michele or her feminine ways; Christ I wished it were all just a baddream!I looked down at.