15 minutes passed, and I thought she was asleep. My heart stopped racing. And conceded that nothing would happen and decided to call it a night. “I ...an’t fall asleep,” she suddenly said. “Me neither, I’m so exhausted, no idea why,” I replied. She sort of sulked.“Want me to make some green tea? It’ll be nice because of how cold it is. Might even put us to bed.” I asked. “Hey, that’d be really nice. I would love some,” she responded. I quickly made two cups, and we sat under our blanket,. The Buchanan cheerleading squad was there. Someone in the Buchanan school newspaper had managed to put together a pamphlet listing of the competing girls from both teams with a brief bio, with an admittedly low-quality picture on the front showing Debbie ready for the starting gun at Gymnos. Everyone working there were wearing badges, mostly pinned to shirts. Those few who would be nude later had theirs on lanyards hanging around their necks.After a brief opening speech from Joe, the juniors. The more I thought about her, the more I knew I was falling deeply in love with her and as I thought of her the more erect I became. I started imagining that she was lying in the bathtub and we were watching each other through the glass. I faced the tub and, in my mind, I could see her naked body. Her legs were spread slightly and her right hand was between them. Her fingertips were starting to caress her pussy. I started stroking my dick as I created the image in my mind. I had a pretty good. It would be nice to say that the farm would take care of it with just an inter agency memo, but such was not the case. Some of the things I had done since my retirement for the United States Air Force were for entities not covered by the farm. I had absolutely no intention of bringing the Fibbies down on Swamp Thing.The only choice I had was to just muddy the waters and refuse to cooperate further. I had muddied the waters for sure, now it was just a matter of no cooperation, while it seemed as.