"You the man, Seanster," he yelled.It was very difficult for me to agree with that. I didn't feel like I had accomplished much this year. In fact, I f...elt like maybe I had cheated somebody somewhere along the line, to have them write something like that, something so obviously false about me. I leaned back in my seat and stared out the window desultorily, embarrassed by the attention I was getting when it was really the entire team who deserved the praise. Sure, maybe I contributed to the team's. Either they hadlowered the standards for elite class, or I was getting better- waybetter.I zeroed in on my next target, a clueless Spartan attempting to reach mysniper's nest from the front with no suppressing fire. The player mightas well have just stood in the open waving his arms with a massive neonbullseye painted across his chest. It was a rookie mistake.I set the target in my sights and moved to pull the trigger on the laserrifle. Just as I was pushing down the button, however, my screen. I first inspect the windows and notice that if someone is standing at just the right spot that I could be seen. I laugh at the idea and go about stripping for them, not really worrying about it. As requested, there are two pair of slacks, as well as three pair of jeans. On her own, or maybe Sherry's request, I also find a packet containing panties and a few thongs. They are from my own collection, thankfully, since I see the name brand and such on them. I model each item, slacks with panties. She did date a couple of the football players. Mark always said she was his girl, which kept most of the guys from asking her out.Mark was the quarterback, like that's some kind of surprise. It seems all the cheerleaders liked quarterbacks. He fit the picture of what everyone imagines for that position; tall, handsome and muscular from working out all the time. I guess he was a decent guy, but to me he seemed a bit cocky.Now Mary had it all, looks, personality and a smile that would make every.