I wrapped a towel around my waist to contain the stink, crawled into bed and went into a fitful sleep.I had the runs when I woke up. It was going to b... a good trick to be able to play in the round of sixteen. My match was late in the morning at eleven so there was some chance that there wouldn’t be anything left in my system when I finally got to the court. I drank water—Lissa insisted—but I didn’t eat anything.I felt like The Hulk against a little Japanese guy who played racquetball like it. About anything. Or perhaps from the distraction generated by the lithe body of the young priestess who moved against him in the most tantalizing fashion. She was experienced, even if not in intercourse, in keeping her male partner just under the very peak.She’d drained him repeatedly through the night, her sisters with her and their laughter and giggles infectious as the boy fountained again and again, even as his eruptions waned when dawn approached. As custom demanded he had his last dry. I'd never thought like that before. Sure I'd fantasised about sex with other guys, but I'd never had thoughts about a guy in particular. Oh well. I smiled dimly at the other guy when he looked over at me, hoping he wasn't a mind reader, then got back to my workout.A short while later I finished my workout, and I headed to the changing rooms for a shower. Normally, the rush of testosterone post-workout makes me pretty horny, but this day, as I was stripping off for my shower, I noticed I was. When I slowed down talking thetears started to flow, and like a friend he moved over to give me ashoulder to cry on. I finally seemed to get control back and we justkinda looked at each other for a few minutes and he began to grin, Iasked him what was funny and he told me I might want to go fix me face.I told him I would go change and wash up but he wanted me to just fix mymakeup and stay dressed as I was. So I got up and went to the bathroomto see what I could do to repair my face. It seemed.