" Before I could interrupt Julio continued. "The only special thing is that Napoleon likes it." There were no students named Napoleon nor, as far as I... could recall, no staff either. It had to be somebody new, a very unusual occurrence in the sealed word of the College. They pressed on. "Would you like to meet Napoleon? You might like him."You could always count on them to up the ante. I insisted on playing cool. "Sure, why not? Is he nice?". "Of course he is nice, extremely nice. He loves girls. Trips to more distant shopping locations where we could innocently display Jan’s charms and engage in what we deemed to be safe, teasing public episodes. One night while returning home after a late dinner we drove down one of the older neighborhoods where large early 1900 era homes still predominated. The street was tree lined and which muted the light from the occasional street lamp casting long shadows over the sidewalks. Traffic was very sparse with only the occasional car meeting us. . ’ Yeah, I was sure that was it. Is my sarcasm showing? ‘C’mon coach. You promised more of the story if we hustled and worked hard and we’re keeping up our end,’ said Vicki. ‘All right,’ I said. ‘Let’s see how bad you want it.’ The practice was a rousing success. The girls worked hard and never complained, and I didn’t even once have to send someone on laps around the court for lack of effort. I was suitably impressed so I allowed some more time at the end of practice to continue the story. . “Some of the older girls try it.” Oh, god, I could hardly stand it! I nodded, trying my best to act unaffected. It wasn’t until I went to light the filter end of my cigarette, that I realized I had blown my cover. Katy giggled as she reached out and flipped my cigarette around the right way. “You okay, Uncle Bill? You seem a little flustered,” Katy asked with a wide grin. I admitted that I was a little excited about the whole conversation. “It sounds like you know quite a bit about these.
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