”“He’s a loser. Just because he’s a year older than me, doesn’t mean I automatically want to fuck his brains out.”“You’re a fucking lo...ser, Eleanor,” I hiss, losing my temper, “either you go with my brother, or you go stag; you don’t have any other fucking options!”“Ouch!” Eleanor exclaims, loud enough that the whole class turns around and looks at her. They glare at her with the same animosity they had after she ruined our school’s chances of making it to the state championship. High school. I interviewed one of the farmhands who saw what happened. His attention was attracted by a great deal ofsquawking coming from the pen where the farm was keeping some geese in readinessfor Christmas. Apparently there were six of them, one the family planned tohave for their own Christmas dinner, the others weredestined for sale in the village. Our witness saw three men rounding up thegeese and putting them into crates. They even gathered up the eggs that thepoor creatures had laid, He was about. "I hugged her and kissed her again. We embraced and went to sleep. I was thinking, 'Ah, those beautiful breasts...how I wished they were mine. But, I must settle for foam rubber.'When we awoke in the morning, Evie's only comment was, "Well, young lady, did you sleep well?" I could only reply blushingly, "Yes, thank you," and headed for the shower. She had given me a gift I'll never forget.Another day of sightseeing as we joined a group and toured some of the ante-bellum mansions. I felt. Heather already had two fullbacks behind her and there was now just one defender left in the goal box ... and four attackers. The right fullback had the same poor choice: Let Heather walk in or challenge. She made the right choice, but it was decidedly the lesser of two very demonic Evils.“With the last fullback’s correct decision, the league’s leading scorer was unmarked in the center of the penalty box. A quick pass and I don’t know a single goalie in this league that would have stood much of.