Dress was still in it's simple stage—sweats, jocks, and sneaks. The 4 mgrs were on top of their game—already had the coolers and powdered gatorade... ready for the field. I watched my lil bro, Dustin, working his ass off. Damm—just two years younger than me-- he was hot as fuck—just like his big bro :) I couldn't get the thought out of my head---it's time to bust that cherry :)Most were shirtless, already sweating in the hot humid locker room. Most were already getting a fine hot Texas tan. I felt. She screamed and buried her head back between her arms, asking me loudly to stop fucking her and what the hell is happening? , who’s he? How can you let someone in and watch me naked and having sex? I was speechless for a few seconds but very calmly I replied to her that I told her before that I wanted someone to film us having sex, and we are in a foreign country and theses people will not see us again, so why not fulfill my fantasy? Let’s continue honey and he will not do anything, pretend. Where was the payphone? There it is! I turned too quickly as I ran towards the post that contained the three public phones and my steel tipped heels slipped from under me on the smooth tiles. I heard, as much as felt, the sharp crack of bone as my ankle gave way to the sudden pressure exerted upon it and I went down like a sack of potatoes. The contents of my handbag spilled everywhere and I came to rest sprawled out on the floor surrounded by make up, tissues, diary, pen, purse and the pain in. So after completing my college, I was looking for a part time job so that I can continue my study. That time I got a offer of a job from one of my friends. It was a different type job. I had to look after an orphan boy of 11 years old. He lost his parents in a car accident. He also lost both of his hands in that tragic incident. He had been living with the help of his old grand father since that accident. He needs all types of helps in his daily work as he has no hand to do. His grand father.