" Dear Santa, Daddy was a fireman who died at the WTC. Mommy and me miss him so much. Can you bring him back? Thank you, Kisha BrownThere were letters...from children from the Chesapeake Bay area asking Santa to protect their parents who were put in harm's way. In addition across the country, and around the world there were children sending letters saying that one or more of their parents were out of work and there were not going to be presents this year. The children only asked that mommy or. It was embarrassing that at twenty-five, she was acting like a high schooler. The thought of sneaking another look at Luke next week was practically making her swoon.Tossing her belongings in a locker, she grabbed her towel and headed out to the pool. She would work extra hard on her laps to get her sexual energy to dissipate. As she showered off at the poolside, she saw that the pool was relatively empty, and she would have her choice of lanes. Deciding to take the furthest lane, she set down. ”“I just came to get the...” She stopped, took a breath, and finished in a firm voice, “batteries.”“I see,” he said, blinking several times. “They’re over there. What kind do you need?”It was probably a mixture of all of her emotions, including a little hysteria, that resulted in her catharsis taking the form of laughter. It wasn’t just a chuckle as her mind flashed back to her earlier fantasy in which Bob had asked the same question. It was a helpless belly laugh that turned into chronic. "Keep up the good work, and the competition next week is ours! Meanwhile, rest, practice, and eat healthy. We'll meet tomorrow for another practice." We all said goodbye to him, and went into the changing room. This was the best time of the practice - nine hot studs changing cloth around me, their dicks flopping everywhere and their balls hanging. But they asked me not to look at them, and definitely not to do anything. I kept my promise to them not to do that. This is why it was also the.