Well, if he did, I’d have no one to blame but myself. I’m going to have to meet this woman some time and see what she’s like. Oh, there’s a pi...ture too. Let’s see what the boy looks like when he’s not wearing cutoffs and a t-shirt.”Debbie’s tea cup made a loud “clank” as it missed the saucer and tipped over onto the counter.“Oh. My. God. It can’t be.”Debbie stared at the team photo, which, by custom, also included the coach. There, looking out at her from the team picture was someone that. All around me are the most beautiful women I have ever seen. They all chat excitedly as they begin to don the infamous uniform of the Oakland Raiderette cheerleaders. Finally it hits me, as I feel my cock beginning to grow from all of the visual treats around me. I'm in the middle of the Raiderette cheerleader squad, sitting in the locker room. I'm going to get arrested for sure. Wait, why hasn't someone said anything. They are all acting like I am not here.As I slip a long lock of dark brown. “How fast will this thing go?” he asked. He tried to guess the woman’s age from her profile and gave up. She was no teenager, he was sure of that.“They say 150 but I’ve never gone over 110.” She glanced his way as she passed a car that was doing the 55 mph limit.“V6?” Tommy asked.She nodded. “You ever ride in a Dodge Viper?”“Uh uh,” he said.“That makes this car look tame.”She rounded a sweeping curve at 80 and then slowed down. “They sometimes put a radar car along here. Is one of those lights. Wide open spaces. She glanced towards the heavens. "Waddaya think, Gabby?"She received no answer, but she knew what the old man would say. "Follow your heart, but only after your mind kicks in." That's what Gabby would say.To celebrate, she freshened her drink and thought about where she was and how she'd arrived. She was an orphan, and Gabby had raised her, said he'd found her when she was a baby, plucked her out of a snow bank. She was about ten years old when he'd dispensed that information..