“But Coach, isn’t there some way I can train to beat her?”This was the moment he knew he had Ginger where he wanted her to satisfy his lust for ...her. “We only have a few more games to play before the big game against her. “My father was a drill sergeant and trained me to be tough and never crack under pressure. His physical training at boot camp could very painful, but I had plenty of time for him to train me for the battle to win the championship season. He trained me with the same program. Cops love to pull me over. I wasn’t in the mood for no bullshit so I was giving them no reason.Oh shit! My bad! My name’s Shea Mabry. I’m a pretty laid back nigga for real. I keep to myself mostly. I pulled up to the house. My sister’s k**s were out front playing. I went inside. My mom was on her phone gabbing. I went into the bedroom I shared with my younger brother, Davante.Yeah, there’s a lot of us staying in the three bedroom, two bath small house - six people in total. But oh well. My mom. 2 days later we were in the basement and I was sucking him again. Steve said he wanted to try again. Once again he talked me into it and this time we took more time and although at first it still hurt he didn't move once he was balls deep in me until I felt relaxed and then told him to slowly move and after a few minutes the pain seemed to go away and then I found myself pushing back into him as he pushed forward and we were fucking for the first time and it didn't take him long before he shot. " Well, I would be more pleased if you were here all the time," he said.Joyce looked up at him. "I'll admit that I'm not as anxious to be a deputy as I once was, and before you ask, it has nothing to do with getting shot. It has everything to do with you, all my sister-wives, and well ... just everything. But I can't quit and leave the Sheriff shorthanded. Maybe when things settle down ... I don't know."Jeff just kept his own counsel, knowing he had pushed enough in the past, better to just let.