But, Steve kept his hand under my dress, telling me he wasn't quite finished with me. He pretended to be organizing notes, I did the same, the whole t...ime, his finger worked in and out of my wet slit very slowly, keeping me just on the edge. I looked up and everyone had left the room. Steve pulled his soaking finger out of me and sucked my juices off of himself. He stood up and grabbed me by the hips and lifted me onto the table with ease. He was a big guy. He got between my legs and pulled down. Calm down and tell me what happened."I related the events to her in rather colorful language. When I got to the end, she had to wait until I finished lambasting his performance."Do you really want to know what happened or do you want to be angry?" Hey, I'm willing to listen if you think there's a snowball's chance in hell you can make this sound right."If this had been portrayed in a cartoon, steam would have been coming out of my ears."Tell me, did you notice the sensations when he was mauling. You already had quite a few applicants around but none of them really were suited you think. Today you have three more people view your flat and you decided you need to pick one of them.The first one was a guy named Dale. One year younger than you are and a little shorter. He's got striking blue eyes and starts showing off a bright smile once you opened the door. You immediately like him, he seems like a cool buddy to hang out with. After you answered a few questions about the flat you offer. They promised to work on Coach Golden. They convinced him by Thursday's practice. We ran the play a few times in practice ... and with success. I got a little teasing from the other coaches when practice was done."What else should I expect from a Burton protégé?" Coach Golden teased. "Pass ... pass ... pass." No, Coach, you're wrong," I countered. "I'm not about pass ... pass ... pass ... I am about hitting where they don't expect it. Our team was a running team last year. I want the Irish to.