”“You know, I think that kind of racing is dumb. They drive really fast in circles! Grand Prix is cool, where they race on the streets but going i...n circles? Forget it! Sure, you can go, but...”She left it hanging.“I know, Kara! Once you move in, Stephie and I are done. Finished. Over. She knows that, and she knew that even before we started hanging out together.”“And I can trust you?” Kara asked.I bit off an acerbic response.“Only you can answer that question, Honey. I’ve given you my word.. ”That’s what we were told but somehow I think by the time their accountants begin processing claims they will do so with a very sharp pencil and the ‘extra’ night here probably wouldn’t be reimbursed.” Kat spoke up, “What do you want to do then, Jeff?” “How are everyone’s cell phone batteries?” Jeff asked. As it turned out, Donald’s phone was dead but everyone else’s was okay for a few more hours. “Okay, then let’s do this. Kat, let’s you and I go to the ship and see what’s up. Then, we can. Opening the door of my locker, I pick up my helmet first, and look under it. Sure nuff—there it was, that hand drawn diamond. A pencil drawing, that was there at every game day since freshman year. Arced over the top, “Go go Diamond Dillon” Still, no clue. “Are you praying to it Dillon”? Asked a voice behind me. I turn around, and it's Jackson, my center. We hadn't spoke much since the night of opening day. Maybe he had guilt feelings for partying down with Parker and me, and 'allowing' himself. I had a key. We slipped in through thegarage and went to her old room.Marta drew a bath and I relaxed in the aromatic oils. I slipped into a robeand she began her magic. She styled my shoulder-length hair, appliedsubtle tones of make-up and nail polish, poked a painful hole in my rightear and loaned me feminine gold hoops to replace my single stud. I puton satin panties and thrilled as they touched my hardening cock. Thenpantyhose, a push-up bra, a spaghetti-strap top, and tight, short pink.