Below is Liz's version of events from that night.Steve was a really nice lad, very genuine and he always made me laugh. Yes he was good looking with a... nice body, but more than that he was good company. Always very attentive, and he was nice to work with. He did ask me out a number of times at work, but I always made a joke out of it, and I was seeing Rob, so I wasn't going to say yes, although I probably would have if I was single. We did get on well, very well infact, but that was as far as it. After submitting my story to several adult fetish sites I received a lot of e-mail stating they were intrigued by my story. I also received a lot of negativity on how I wrote the letter and the Miss spellings I had in it. I am not a professional writer.I developed a on line relationship with a kind gentleman that understood what my true fetish was and became my on line friend as well as my sadistic master. He is called Master Max. He continually gives me ideas of how to torture my worthless. None did. Jared Cantrell missed on his block on the gunner, his roommate, David McCall. I dodged David's attempted tackle and sprinted into the hole he had occupied. One of his teammates had an angle to catch me, but I outran him. Andy Perkins slid over and prepared to tackle me.I wondered to myself, 'What now?' Normally I would lower my shoulder and bowl over any kicker bold enough to try to tackle me. Andy was wearing the damn red shirt. I couldn't do that. I did a pirouette as Andy tried to. After about ten to fifteen minutes they arrived at a vacant park. They grabbed their food and headed to the picnic table. They sat across from eachother and started eating. Sam noticed Amber was shivering...so he took of his coat and wrapped it around her. She never had anyone do that for her before, but she thought it was so sweet. She stuck her hands in the pockets to warm her freezing hands. They were only sitting there for five minutes and her hands was already that cold. She could see her.