" So? Have you looked at pro kickers' salaries? Tell me what other job you could get right out of school that pays like that and let's you compete." H...mm." I know, you don't want to go through all of that time and work to just get in on kicking plays. But think of the hourly pay rate? No, forget the pay rate. The important thing is that sports is where you belong. Competition is the one thing that always gets you interested." You're talking football, now, but you started talking about. Once the film was finished, and everybody (even my brother) was telling me how good it looked like being, and how good I was in it, it was time for Kathy to be getting home. I offered to walk her, but Mum didn’t think that that was a good idea, so instead, the two of us were bundled into the back of Mum’s car, which didn’t leave a lot of leeway for any serious lip to lip action. So we got out of the car in Kathy’s street and I walked her to the door, where we exchanged a very tame kiss or two. She couldn't see any of their faces. They all wore the same dark burlap coats with oversize hoods; the two sitting on her arms had their heads bowed down with the effort of pinning her shoulders. They were small, more like boys than men. The one beneath her had his legs up between her arms and torso; he locked them around her chest now and began to squeeze; Em stiffened against the pressure, her lungs burning, knowing that when she took her next breath those legs would lock tighter.Em heard. Before she surfaced, she tugged at the knot holding her bikini top. The water did the rest.Adam's eyes went as wide as saucers when she broke the surface to laugh at him. She feigned ignorance as a breeze kissed her bare breasts to ask him, "Are you okay?" Your ... Err ... Uhh..." He stammered, and then finally summoned up enough presence of mind to turn away from the vision holding his eyes."Oops," she laughed as her top bobbed on the surface right in front of him. She swam over and plucked it.