.hurt him like, forever. I wanted to scar him for life. But thisguy...he was a punk. He was hot shit back then--star athlete, sexygirlfriend--but you ...could just tell that he was going to flame out in thereal world, ending up as one of those has-beens whose life peaked in highschool. So--in front of everyone--I made him a bet. He was going for thestate rushing record, and he wouldn't shut up about it. So I bet him thathe'd fail." What happened?"I took the book and flipped to his entry. The spine. Then my roving hand traveled up the thigh, passing beneath the hem of the tight miniskirt and after just a few more tantalizing inches came to the warm, panty-clad juncture of the young woman’s two beautiful legs.I pressed my hand firmly against her sex as my eyes traveled back and forth between her bared breasts and the peaceful expression on her pretty face as illuminated by the soft rays from the dome light.Eagerly my fingers sought access into one of the leg openings of the lacy panties.. It was kind of a comforting sound to hear as I drifted off.It was 7:40 in the morning when I woke up and looked at the clock. The early morning glow of sunshine filtered through the window, and I felt like I had the best night’s sleep that I have had in a long time. Then I felt the bed move and looked over, and Brad was rolling onto his back. I had forgotten entirely about Brad. I smiled to myself and gave him a light kiss on his cheek, just like I used to do to his dad in the morning. I. They watched the Times Square revelries on television and when the ball came down and they played “Auld Lang Syne” they clinked glasses, and offered each other a melancholy wish for a happy New Year.“Good bye to the old, hello to the new,” she said. “I guess it has even more meaning this time, given the circumstances.”“Yeah,” he replied, “but still, I wish you well, I really do. I want to part as friends, I’ll always consider you as a friend, I want you to know that.”“That would be nice,” she.