And I’m sure you guys don’t want me behind the bench again.” His comment received guarded laughs from the players.Coach Stanton continued. “In... discussions with Coach Williams, Coach Benson, and General Manager Peterson, your new coach for the forwards during the next three games is going to be ... Brad Hayward and I’ll coach the defensemen.”A hush fell over the room, and Brad felt his face turn crimson with embarrassment. “Hayward? Why Hayward?” A voice questioned the decision.“Don’t you have. Sweat dripped from his forehead and he whimpered, “Please, I can’t take anymore. It hurts.” Surely, his pleas would be understood. He was only 5’1”. There was only so much space for all that meat to go. It wasn’t because of lack of desire; it was logistics. He fought back, trying to save himself from serious internal damage. “Oh is that so? It hurts, huh? You want me to stop? Do you? Do you want me to stop? Answer me, bitch! I’ll stop, all you have to do is say the word. DO YOU. I wasleft alone wearing lingerie, with a hard penis trapped between my legsand zero notion of what I should do.I knew I needed to get out of there and decided to get dressed, Isearched for my boxers but they were nowhere to be found, she had takenthem!In order to be able to come out some time soon, I needed something tohold my penis down and conceal my erection, so I had no choice but tokeep the panties on. And since I was doing that, keeping the bra on feltjust natural.I covered my body with. His officers save people every day, as do firefighters and paramedics, but none of them ever get a hero’s treatment like you did. Many were very resentful of you. At least some now have a reason to give you some respect. That still won’t get you out of any speeding tickets or keep your car from being impounded if they ever suspect you have been racing. You hear me, son?”“Yes sir,” I replied and concentrated on driving home as quickly as traffic would take us.I was sent back to my room for the.