"This is Rob Andrews. He writes for the Gazette."Andrews held out his hand and shook mine. He held up a small tape recorder and said "Do you mind?"I s...ook my head and then he said, "I remember you. I did a short interview with you when the baseball team made the playoffs." Yeah, I thought you looked familiar. Too bad we lost the first game." Maybe this year," he said."We'll see. We lost some good guys when they graduated last year." Well, you aren't doing too bad this year. Four and one, isn't. The room was empty, but the sounds of people in the adjoining gymnasium echoed off the walls. I stared at the neat rows of benches and lockers, and listened to the loud squeak of rubber-soled shoes on the wooden gym floor. Shouted instructions and the blaring of a whistle mixed with the sound of shoes.Still somewhat confused about her intentions, I walked through the room, making a complete inspection. There were three separate shower rooms attached to the locker room via large open. My dad, not drunk yet, just grunted a greeting. Mom was thrilled, a guy coming to the house with flowers and willing to come inside to meet the parents, fantastic. As far as she was concerned, he was a keeper. He escorted me to his car, a Taurus, but it was his, not his parents. Then, for the first time since I was child, he opened the door for me. Maybe my outfit had something to do with that. I was wearing the shortest skirt my dad would let me. No hose (my legs had a healthy tan), and a. She climbed onto the bed on her knees. She lowered her face to rest on her folded arms and raised her ass. She told Cindy to get behind her and she did. She still had the handcuffs on, and it was awkward to move, but she did what Rita wanted. She positioned herself behind the brunette's upraised ass.Rita wiggled her hips as said, "Kiss it, honey. Make me feel good."When Cindy hesitated, Rita threatened her. She said she'd call Otto in to take care of her. Cindy shuddered at the thought of Otto..