" I picked up the ball and shotagain. I realized I really was shooting like a girl. I got the ball andtried again and again, but it was the same thing.... I was shooting likethe girls back in high school. Bunny-rabbit style with both handstogether and with more or a hop than a toss. What was going on?"Wow, look down there." Jim had stopped playing and was staring at thefar end of the court where a volleyball net was set up. "I'm going toget some water." I followed Jim, as I was thirsty as well.. " Please don't," he said. "I want to wear them." He paused. "I like them." You like them?" she repeated. Her tone was skeptical.He nodded. "I like them. I want to wear them."Stephanie was still angry. "Aren't you afraid you'll look like a faggot?" she asked. The moment she'd spoken the words, she regretted them.Brad hung his head, and his shoulders sagged."I'm sorry, Brad," she said, stepping up to him and placing her hand on his shoulder."No, I'm the one who should be sorry," he insisted. "I'm. Katy looked at Ranger, who was again tending to hisswollen penis. Katy decided that she was going to havethis animal fuck her to orgasm and that this time therewas nothing that was going to stop it. She called toRanger, who at first ignored her. So she patted thesofa as she called his name. This time he came over toher and stood to her side. She was still sitting on thefloor at about eye level with Ranger’s throbbing prong.She reached out and began to massage its length, whichhad a slight. I hadn't talked much with Dan about math, but with Mizz Crockett, I kind of ran right past where she was with math. Mister Jim told me that I was waaay past what he had to take in college. Dan looked at some of my on-line work and showed me where he thinks his experience left off.I also found that one of the interview sessions was to be with a psychologist who specialized in work with gifted students. I guess I should just give up fighting it. People think I'm gifted. I must be gifted.Driving.