Just as Layne Staley was singing—’when she sang, I answered the call’—his phone began to ring, interrupting the song and his dark thoughts. Ga...riel frowned when the car’s computer announced Mikayla calling. Gritting his teeth, he tapped the control button on the steering wheel to accept the call. ‘Gabe?’ ‘Mikayla,’ he answered. ‘Where are you?’ He could hear the hesitance in her voice. ‘Heading down Route 1,’ he answered coolly. After a few seconds of tense silence, ‘look, you don’t understand. I chuckled at my now almost forgotten nickname: The Portly Poet. "Getting a bit more than Portly!"I glanced around. Now was not the time for another surprise visitor, for inside the fish I had found something. Looking like a series of dull white rings chained together with fine mesh, it unfolded into a fingerless half glove. Not silver, it wouldn't take a mark, even from my Runed dagger. Not the same material as my gray metal Titanium gloves, somehow it felt more silken. The tiny links holding. I kissed her neck and she moaned."Oh Joshua, that feels so good." She said, as my other hand left her stomach and began massaging her breast through her t-shirt. My hand returned to her stomach only for a moment, in order to go up her shirt, under her bra, where I began massaging her soft flesh. She grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pulled it off, then pulled off her bra in order to give me better access to her tits. I moved my other hand to her tits, as she grabbed her bicycle shorts and. One on one, threesomes, team sex parties and sometimes even black on white gang bangs. No player was ever forced to do anything against his will, but Coach and his staff made it clear to all of us that being a team means acting like a team and always doing what your coaches told you to do. That was the message behind Coach's speech to us at our first team meeting. I already told you that this first meeting took place in our locker room. That was the only place we could have a team meeting with.