How many cheerleaders are there?”“Seventeen.” She answered. “Fifteen to perform and two backups in case of injury or other problems.”“How ...any of those girls would you let Reggie have?”“One.” Renée answered instantly. Connie burst out laughing.“I love you girl.” She squeezed her teammate. Renée was grinning.“Yeah, we’ve only been talking about Reggie. Not one of you brought up the girls who are unprepared for him.” Laurie finally talked. She looked over at Reggie. “He’s strong. He throws his. And, oh God, your sex! The gateway to paradise, isn’t that what Pacino said in ‘The Scent of a Woman’? Your wetness, your slickness, your warmth… Angela my love, I wanted to write an epic poem extolling my love for you and all that is you but… With distress Angela noticed that his writing was becoming erratic. Ah, shit. This pain is getting worse. I’m having trouble breathing. Gotta go. Please Angela, undress. Please have an orgasm here in my memory. Wipe your fingers on my tombstone That was. She grabbed her rumpled dress, which she found lying across a small chaise lounge and savagely pulled it on over her head, fuming and muttering all the while. Marching in front of Erik, she turned and presented her back to him."Lace me!" She demanded.When he did not move and simply stood rooted to the same spot, the rigid set of her shoulders drooped and she sighed."Please?" She added in a fretting tone, which sounded close to a sulking whine.With fumbling fingers and his pulse pounding in his. Which was the truth and which was the lie? Shit I don’t know, and I’ve only got two days to work it out. By Sunday night I was beginning to miss her, miss the closeness to her when we sat on my sofa watching TV or listening to music, miss waiting for her to give in to her urges and kiss me and then, for her hand to reach across and caress my cock, telling me that she was no longer interest in the TV or that the music would make a perfect background accompaniment to our lovemaking. I had to ask.