She glanced down at the clock on the dash – nearly five minutes had already passed.“I must confess something Jack,” she said with a hint of disa...ppointment. “While I’m interested in seeing your young cock and holding it between my lips, I won’t allow myself to get too heavily involved with a boy your age. Only a blow job tonight and if I like it, maybe more blow jobs will come. Is that okay?”She was stern and while I have to admit I was disappointed that only blow jobs were on the table, I. I have no idea what I did wrong." You're a cheerleader, that's what's wrong. Jess doesn't date cheerleaders," replied Cerise.Cerise dated one of the other ball players. She and Bubba were a couple. His name is really Taylor Alexander but everyone calls him Bubba because of his size. He was an offensive lineman at 6'4" 285 lbs. Cerise said he was nothing but a big teddy bear. They've been together for more than a year."What's his problem? It's not like we have lice or something," I said."His. . . knocked over your trash. Just anaccident. But it's alright. I'm going now." Where did you get those clothes?"Now I was really caught. This was her trash, and I was probably wearingher kid's clothes. There wasn't any way to smooth talk past that glaringfact. "I--well, I got them out of your trash. I know it seems strange.The thing is, I was--look, it's kind a long story, but I was desperate."The woman was quiet for a long time. I couldn't blame her--obviously itwas an unusual. Further internet searches mentioned the ball, but no talk of a protest; and ordinary people couldn’t hide something that big from The Internet, but they would. There was nothing to protest anyway. Her publicist had found a historic preservation society that wanted to restore a few old landmarks; birthplace of a poet, some other stuff. Nothing controversial: a novelty giant check and a couple of handshake photos and they could get on with the party. At least it wasn’t one of those charities that.