Score! That's the first and last word in any coach's playbook."I considered that for a moment. I was about 25 feet away from the hoop. I turned, set m...yself and went up with the shot. An easy release, a perfect arc, and the barely audible sound of the plastic-ball swishing through the nylon netting. I did believe that every shot would go in! Stripped of the fear of failure or embarrassment, I went from shooting about 35 percent to nearly double that. A goofy grin beamed from my face."I think. I went bit close to her we both were staring at each other there was indications through her eyes she was feeling shy and bowed her head down and was blushing naughtily i moved my hand to her chin and made her face up she just blushed and get up and ran towards the window.I just went from behind and hugged her and made her hairs a side away and i was kissed her neck,back and bit her earlobes. My hands were on her navel catching her tightly and dick was hard now and penetrating to her ass. I was. "Would you like to begin the interview?" she asked, smiling. Shay's heart faltered, as he nodded, stiffly."Please have a seat," he said, his voice gruff, gesturing to the metal chairs in the corner. As they walked over and took his seat, Shay marvelled at how she made everything feel cold and hard and dull, now that she was here. He had sat in this room, in this chair for years now - and they had felt comfortable enough. But everything about her was so warm, and soft and bright, everything else. I imagined looking through a crack in the blinds and peered out at Joey. I only got bits and pieces at first, but then I imagined the crack a little wider and started to get his thoughts pretty much whole. All of a sudden our eyes met and I found myself in two places at once.I could almost feel Joey’s body like I could feel my own. He was saying something to me about the test we would have in English, and I heard myself respond. That was cool. I was like talking automatically without having to.