The football season finished with little in the way of team or individual glory, though we did win more games than we lost, which I was told was an im...rovement over the previous year. We were still a small team on the lines, and only our better than average speed kept us in most games. Our kicking also sucked, and that always hurt us in close games, as we couldn't kick a field goal reliably from any distance, and not at all from any further than 30 yards.Restricted to the sidelines, I offered. Green-striped black armour on the lighter frame hides the gladiator's body, but you can see his face. It is tattooed with stark lines that appear to radiate from beneath his thick goggles, streaking away round the back of his bald head and down his neck out of sight beneath the armour. A snarl of concentration is the only expression you have time to take in before the pneumatic blast of the harpoon launch forces you to blink and turn away.A fraction of a second has passed but when you look back. I saw water dropping on an invisible surface, I could just see his face. “Kiss me again please.” I gasped hard as he then again kissed me and I was pushed now against the wall, he held my breasts now squeezing tighter, rolling my hardened nipples between his fingers. My body felt his cool touch all over, he was pressed up against me, every inch of his cool form was right on me. I was in an amazing sensation over load, my body was hot for him and I could feel him lower his lips down my neck to. ? He pulled a piece of paper from his jacket pocket and laid it on the ground beside her, then untied her right hand and put a pen between her shaking fingers. ?Now sign, please,? he said. She looked at the document. It looked like a resignation letter ? a letter informing her modeling agency that she was quitting. Kim looked up at James, confused and scared. He nodded and pointed. ?Just sign the letter, okay?? Kim had no choice. She scribbled her signature across.