"Who else is it gonna be, It's that damn GreyTail you pathetic cops have failed to capture!" she screamed at him. The police officer flinched at her s...ream and sighed. He expected as much; again that rotten thief had come and gone. It would be nice if one of his teammates found something for a change, but no such luck. "Sorry, David, nothing's here except an open window," reported his partner. David sighed; what were they to do? If they didn't catch this thief soon, it would make a mockery of. The first thing he noticed, was the full stands and long lines at the concession stand. While unusual, he figured it was because this was the first game of the season. Of course, the parents would want to see their little boys playing football.The two teams were back on the field and warming up for the second half of the game. He noticed the two teams looked fairly evenly-matched with the exception of a few of his players being much taller and more fully developed. At first glance, it seemed a. J. GoldbergWhat? No email and then this, what is it?I read it again.It clicked. This must be like those letters Thomas Jefferson wrote to that French chick. Or maybe Benjamin Franklin. I wondered if there was a direct quote in here. I whipped open my dictionary to be sure I understood everything he was saying.This was so much more thoughtful and personal than an email or IM. This was his way of saying we weren't getting divorced when I got back.The time and effort he put into creating this. I just stared at him tears welling up in my eyes realizing that I would do anything for him, but was too afraid of the consequences to move. ‘Jen, what’s the big deal, you do it with Steve and Danny all the time,’ Jim laughed as he lit up the pipe and handed it to Zack. I sat there stunned as I tried to cover my large breasts with my arms. My face flushed, tears rolling down my cheeks as I became consumed in embarrassment. ‘Strip for us and we won’t tell anyone else,’ Danny assured me as he.