The poor fools didn't know what hit them and they deserved it because they treated our girls something terrible."He interrupted her in her diatribe an... told her,"Get to the point, girl, I don't have all day."She looked up at him with her sad green flecked eyes and opened her knees slightly to give him a good shot of her hairy bush peeking out with no underpants to hinder his view. He wet his lips with his suddenly dry tongue wondering what she tasted like and if she had done any throat cutting. The announcement was not a real big surprise to anybody on the team, but it kind of cemented the fact that we didn't have Skip to rely on in the backfield anymore."Ladies and gentlemen, please," called out Coach one more time. The shuffling of chairs and the clatter of glasses and cups stopped once again. "I would like to remind you all that we still have half our regular season to go. And, if we are very fortunate, we will advance into the sectionals and the playoffs. We have a lot of hard. She gave me a quick peck on the cheek and asked if I wanted to come over when she got back. Of course, I quickly replied YES! She said she would turn on the back porch light when she got home and I should just come on over. I probably looked out the window every 5 minutes checking for that damned porch light. Finally it came on and I headed across the back yard with a fresh blender of margaritas. We had a great time talking and obviously had a strong chemistry. Still, I was hesitant to make a. . nothing. She listened nervously to the sound of waves crashing calmly in the distance; she had left her window slightly open to let in some cool air. She slowly lay back down on her pillow, stretching her pale legs under the blanket once again, assuming she had been dreaming, but no sooner had she closed her eyes did something touch her again, something slimy. Amy didn't move a muscle, paralyzed with curious fear. Something slimy and sticky was making its way up her inner thigh towards her.