On this Wednesday it seemed that it was packed tighter than normal, and Laura was pressed between a well dressied business man and a mid forties woman... who smelled of Yves St.Laurant.The car rocked back and forth as the train made it's way from the far north side on it's way down town. Having made the same trip thousands of times, Laura kind of put her mind in neutral and just swayed with the motion of the car. She was gazing out the window at the passing apartment buildings, and hardly noticed. ‘Overwatch’ is new. Compared to some of the classics. ‘League of Legends’. ‘Warcraft’. ‘Diablo’. But ‘Overwatch’ already has a pro league.”Vanessa said, “You’re kidding, right?”“No. It’s mostly teenage boys, but they pay everybody like $50,000 a year. Each team lives together. Housing, food, expenses. Even health insurance.”I said, “Fuck me.”Vanessa said, “Walker?”“Oh, he’s not nearly good enough to turn pro. Even if he practiced eight, ten hours a day. But his little team is now second in. That's good, keep it sticking out just like that ' I stretched the rubber band across her pussy once again, but this time with one of the strands carefully placed over her clit . With the hood of her clitoris peeled well back and the lips of her pussy tightly stretched apart by both her fingers and mine, there was nothing to prevent the full force of the catapulting elastic from inflicting itself on her tiny sex bud . I took a grip on the centre of the rubber band and pulled it up and away from. If I can still get it up! If I can still get it up! Frankly, I won’t give a damn where I ejaculate. In my bladder, in my kidneys, out through my mouth, anywhere, as long as I can get it up. Just allow me that, please. I have to be able to cheat old George’s predictions, grant me at least that.Well, here I was, staring up at the hospital ward ceiling, having established that I was still on this mortal coil, wondering whether I would still be able to get it up. Not right now, but later, when I’d.