”“That’s fine,” Brian assured him taking a seat.“So, Runnin’ Rebels?”“Heck yeah! I went to U-N-L-V,” he touched his scarlet and gray... sweatshirt.“Oh cool!”“Yep. I was there when Larry Johnson played and we won the national championship.”“I bet that was exciting.”“Oh yeah! We were on top of the world those two years,” reminisced Brian.“Did you play any sports,” inquired Jon.“In high school, but not much since.”“Nothing wrong with that.”“I need to get back in the gym,” Brian patted his slightly. Coach Baer was observing us when we started working on our off-tackle play. We ran it twice and both times the defense stacked up our blockers, trapping Drew McCormick in the backfield. Drew was now our number 1 tailback since Stan Humphreys had graduated.Coach Baer blew his whistle and called us over to huddle with him. He explained, "Drew. You're going too fast. Slow down a little. The play will work better." Um, I don't get it," Drew said. "How will the play work better if I go slower? Won't. So we'd almost have to do it tonight." Then let's do it tonight!" Beth's dad responded.I went home to pick up the lights and stands while Beth and her folks got ready.By the time I got back they were all ready to go so we chose a place in front of the living room fireplace, rearranged some furniture and I set up the lights, posed the three of them and started shooting. Then Beth and I went up to her room to print a set of proofs and we were done until they decided which images they wanted as. ." he trailed off as she did her turn and audibly sucked in his breath. The dress's demure front gave no warning of its daring back. "It's slit to your waist!" he said in horror as she floated over towards the couch."For the money I paid for this, it's draped, not slit," she corrected him. "I bought it because of the back."His eyes narrowed as she did another spin, allowing the hemline to swirl around her legs. "Darling, are you deliberately trying to entice me? To get me worked up?" Why? Are.