Nothing extensive, mind you. It was a small wish that only affected the area immediately around my position, and just while I was on the field.We had ...three games scheduled for April. Two were away; one was a home game. We lost one to a school whose team is every bit as good as ours. The final score on that game was 2 - 1, and those goals were very hard fought. Of the two wins, one was a blowout with a final score of 10 - 1, while the other was tied 3 - 3 when a “Dangerous Play” foul was called. I pushed myself inside, while he stood there dumbfounded. “Fuck you look hot!” he stated, closing the door behind me. “Why, thank you. Can I use your bathroom? I didn’t have time, since I had to sneak out of my house,” I said, shifting back and forth uncomfortably. “Why did you have to sneak out?” he asked. “Because I’m wearing a white tank top and no bra,” I said turning around to head to the bathroom. “Oh yeah, and this,” I said, in a suggestive tone as I flipped my skirt up showing him. My small bag was packed quickly with Roy giving me helpful tips on how to dress as a Boat Bunny. A few lacy halter tops where the lace barely covered my nipples, a pair of Daisy Dukes, no bras and my skimpiest thong bikini. Even with toiletries and makeup there was a large amount of space left over in my smallest luggage case. The man behind the desk at Roy's office didn't care I was sailing as part of the crew. Adding my name to the crew's list he warned Roy to, 'Keep your Boat Bunny under. E.I eventually had to tell her about the song stuck in my head. For the restof the day she walked around with a sly smile, knowing something and proudthat she couldn't tell another soul.The song that was rattling around in my brain already had a title, eventhough I was still working on the lyrics. 'Remembered' was a 'thank you'song. It was a thank you to everyone who had helped me reach this point inmy life. It was a thank you to the band for helping me to become themusician I was. It was a.