"They quit, Paul", he told me. "They just quit. I swear, when you got carried off of that field, it was like letting the air out of a balloon. It was ...ike they expected to lose, after that. It wasn't just that they didn't gain a yard after you got that first down, either. That was the first time since I've watched our defense, that they looked disorganized. I've never seen so many missed tackles as I saw in the last three minutes of that game. It sucked!"If I was pissed then, I don't know what. " "Hey Mr P, thanks, its no problem." I followed him into the living room, the stale smell hitting my nostrils as we walked through the house. The layout of the house was exactly the same as mine, the decor however was much different. Greeny/grey wallpaper lined the walls, and a thick yellow colored carpet covered the floor, impossible that this room could have ever looked nice. We sat for a while in an awkward silence, neither of us really knowing what to say. I started off by asking about him. Bradwill be home in a second, He has been playing Tennis with one ofhis Friends'At that exact moment Brad appeared in the door behind me. Helooked stunning in his white tennis gear, a loose fitting FredPerry shirt, tight shorts and white sports socks. He casuallykicked off his spotless Adidas trainers and my cock started torise at the sight of his socked little feet.`What's the dork from next door doing here?' he sneered,`Now be nice Bradley. Stewart is going to look after you for thenight. " Sandra smiled. "Actually, you're doing well - if you can stopstaring ahead like that. Relax and look around at the store windows." What am I supposed to be looking at?" Women's clothes, obviously." Robert could have us followed." If there's a tail it's me that gets followed. Anyway, so what? I'm outwith a girlfriend, shopping." She laughed, steering him towards a windowdisplay of evening gowns. "We look good, you look natural."Jon blushed slightly as they stood, Sandra pointing out the price.