This was her favorite competition discus. She seldom used it in practice to protect it from some unfortunate damage.When she spun on her toes and loos...ed the disc she always felt that little jolt of excitement that signaled a good throw. It seemed improbable that she was able to achieve the distance she usually averaged in the competitions because of her petite frame. She watched her friend make her last throw failing to beat the top three girls from their opposing team. Soon it would be her. It's nearly noon when we arrive at the Megalopolis city outskirts, and we've got to get through the check point gate. They have to check everyone out before they allow one into the city, to avoid some sort of attack or something. We get through the check point without incident and have to drive another half mile to get the the inner city. We'll stop at a bar first, probably Clyde's, that's the same one we always go to. We'll get a few drinks then get on with our business in the city;. Den appeared shortly after, “Everything to your satisfaction?” he asked as he got the kit together, “Perfect” I replied as I helped them load up the van. “What’s the damage?” I asked and Den told me that his wife Trish would follow up later this evening if that was alright with me, sounded fine with me.I thanked Katie again for her excellent efforts and looked forward to hearing from Trish.I decided to crack open a beer and relax not really knowing what time if at all today Trish would be in. But she was still trying to say something. Her body was moving. Buddy gave her a questioning look.It was Harry who had slowly resumed fucking her.Both Buddy and Izzy protested without talking aloud. Harry stopped reluctantly.The damage had already been done. The closet door suddenly opened.Mr. Ozniak was staring at them. Harry fell on the floor, his pants around his ankles as he crawled away. Buddy stepped out quickly, zipping his pants back up. Mr. Ozniak was speechless, just staring at Harry.