Jared went into a locker room that was cautiously jovial in spirit, knowing they had the lead, although not a big one, but worried about their meal ti...ket, Boge Hollins. Upon seeing Jared come out of the trainer's room they quieted down quickly."Boge will be here in a minute, it looks like he's just going to need some ice. Continue getting ready for the second half and I'll see you in a few minutes." Coach said as held up a clipboard in his fist to get their attention before he went to huddle. One parked with it's tail end halfway in the road. The front door was open, despite the thickening snow, and a loud bass beat filled the street."Are we taking her home?" Mom!" I said, exasperated. "I really hate when you ask questions I don't know the answers to."Mom parked next to the car sticking into the road."Wait here!" I ordered. Mom cocked her head and looked at me as I opened the door. "Please?" She nodded."What are you doing here?" Steve Logan, another senior and another football. He realized then that he couldn’t fit his underwear under the shorts and still move, if he was working, so he simply pulled the shorts on alone. They were simple shorts, with no internal 'net' to catch any stray elements, if he happened to get aroused. As he left the room he fought the temptation to glance again up at the photograph. He lost. He glanced, and in his shorts, he felt a short rush of blood. He descended the stairs and discovered that Dorothy was already in the garden. She was. My co passengers were two lovely women; one was in twenties and the other a bit older. They looked to be sisters or mother-daughter. The fourth berth was empty. I was greeted with a strong and sweet perfume. The younger one was very beautiful, fair complexioned, with auburn hairs, dark brown eyes, rosy lips with light pink lipstick, wearing tight blue denim, and light pink top and her stats must be 38-24-36, a coke bottle like figure.Whereas, the older one was in sari, long hairs neatly tucked.