Once they came out and sat on their locker stools to finish, they knew, the team knew, that THIS was where the media would try to bust a story, create... a scandal. If the girls chose to roam the locker room they did so at their own risk of being offended by what they might see. Male players were instructed to dress inside their stalls and show respect for each others privacy in doing so. The coaches agreed it was the politest locker room in that sense. Besides the privacy stalls for the three. She had given birth to another little girl a month before their divorce and the paternity test had come back negative for any of the potential fathers. She was now the mother of a mixed white baby (with her father Mikey), a mixed Latino set of twins (with Bennie) and a mixed Japanese c***d (from an unknown participant in a bukakke film). They had guessed that one of her possible partners, from the gangbang films that we had shot, must have been the father. She had been with many hundreds of men. The pizza shop owner said he’d even train you to as a chef if you work out.”“Ah, come on! You guys owe me. I put my ass on the line for you.”“Mr. Thomas, if you want out of the program, I’ll take you as far as Harrisburg. You’ll have to provide your own transportation from there.”“You bastard,” Kristen groaned into the pillow. She had been so close, and Andy, the bastard, kept her there. So close, Kristen thought. Andy’s mouth trailed kisses upwards across her ass. His fingers, those. Then I sent her a mail explaining to her how I felt, how well she wrote the story. It was after two weeks I received a mail from her !! I was extremely happy after seeing that mail, but my happiness vanished when I saw a simple message saying, Thanks for reading my story!! I badly wanted to see that lady after reading those stories. I mailed her again, saying that I just wanted to be her friend. Again after two weeks, I received a mail saying hi from her, slowly and slowly we started chatting..