A prospect.Betsy Ellenbergen had resumed her college studies at the University of Minnesota, but, somewhat to my surprise, she was present at the Univ...ersity Field House for the majority of our sessions there. The pattern Bill and I settled into was three days a week working out at the field house -- Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Betsy was there, still serving as my catcher, on every Saturday and on most of the weekdays as well. When she wasn't there, Bill caught me himself, or occasionally. Thank God I remembered because I was on the stairs before I saw Dad coming up. "Hey Dad. You going to bed already?" Yes," he replied wearily. "I should have joined your mother an hour ago. I fell asleep in my chair."I slowed down, reluctantly passing by Dad a few steps, struggling to find a reason to keep him downstairs or to rush back up. Too late, I realized I hadn't closed my door completely and I had left Mom hanging with the vibrator still going. At least it was on the low setting.Dad. "Steuber ließ das Buch sinken und besah sich die Besucherin genauer. Die Kleine kam ihm bekannt vor, vermutlich besuchte sie eine seiner Vorlesungen für Erstsemester."Und Sie sind Frau...?" Steuber legte fragend den Kopf zur Seite."Burger. Alina Burger. Erstes Semester Maschinenbau." Die Kleine trat ein und lächelte ermunternd.Steuber ging ein paar Schritte zu seinem Schreibtisch und legte das Buch ab. Jetzt erinnerte er sich wieder. Die kleine zierliche Frau war ihm tatsächlich schon. Charlie was sort of dancing in place, shifting his weight back and forth while he waited his turn, once Rachel stepped before him he drew in a big breath and froze as she put both hands on his chest to play with his sparse but tightly wound chest hair. The texture intrigued her and she spent a long time just letting her fingers roam until he began to breathe again; she dipped her hand into his shorts finding more kinky hair and what she could only think of as a warm, flesh covered coke can in.