I already had a couple of beers before I met Lindsey, a cutefriend of a friend, and somehow started hooking up with her in an emptybedroom.I was sitti...g on the side of the bed and looking down at my cockdisappearing in her mouth as she knelt in front of me. I down to admireher smooth bare thighs extending out from her short denim skirt andfrom my angle, I could see just a hint of cleavage through the openingof her sweater.As if reading my thoughts she pulled off me long enough to take off. About an hour before the match was scheduled to start, Coach Overholt blew the whistle."Everybody out of the pool! I want you guys to get some rest before the match starts." We hung out on the bleachers while we waited for the other team to arrive. Jeff looked up at me."While we're waiting, why don't we have sex?" Nah, Overholt wants us to rest. Besides, having sex afterwards always motivates me to swim faster." Everybody around us laughed. Finally, the other team arrived, and the match. My hands are out of my pockets, and the silver of my cigarette case reflects the light of the room across the crowd, but no one notices. No one notices how stiff I am, or how upset I look. ‘What are you going to do?’ I ask him, trying to buy time. Time. Anything to steal a moment. A waiter walks past with a tray of hors d’oeuvres, ignoring me as though I do not exist. ‘I am going to kill you.’ He says as we push out of the doors, and into a small hallway. I feel my eyes go blurry as tears fill. ‘Stay home and hold the fort, Amber,’ she told her. ‘Alright, Mom. I hope Kyle gets better. I’m worried about him.’ She looked down at her little brother, and smiled, ‘You hear that, squirt? You got your big sister worried about you.’ He smiled and coughed hard again for a moment then blew a kiss at her, knowing he didn’t want to get her sick, too. Amber mussed with his hair again, and said, ‘Besides, if you don’t get better, Kyle, how am I supposed to kick your butt in chess? You’re getting.