Tell her I said it’s OK. I’m not ashamed of it. She and I love each other but we’ll never do what I want to do with you.”“If you spend Satur...day and Sunday with me, would you like to sleep with me Saturday night? I’d like that.”“Yeah, but what will your parents say?”“They like you, Mikey. We’ll just tell them what we’re going to do. They want me to be with my boyfriend in our home, not off somewhere in the woods. I’m not ashamed of it either.”“Am I your boyfriend now?”“Yes.”“Good. And you’re my. J. Holub, Kansas City Chiefs linebacker regarding his twelve knee operations: “My knees look like they lost a knife fight with a midget.”Vic Braden, tennis instructor: “My theory is that if you buy an ice cream cone and make it hit your mouth, you can learn to play tennis. If you stick it on your forehead, your chances aren’t as good.”Walt Garrison, Dallas Cowboys fullback when asked if Tom Landry ever smiles: “I don’t know. I only played there for nine years.”John Breen, Houston Oilers: “We. I was even more obsessed with her and her knickers now. I desperately wanted to find out about her sex life now that she wasn't doing it with me. I don't know what drove me on to torture myself with finding out exactly what she was doing. But I'd search her room on a Sunday looking for evidence from the night before - perhaps a condom, or cum stains in her knickers after she'd walked home - the cream perhaps still dribbling out of her. Then I noticed the word "safe" written at regular monthly. Beth's behavior was even more erratic as President. Beth had cut offcommunication with the press. Her weekly press conferences ceased, and shebecame reclusive, never leaving the oval office. She heard bits and pieces ofsome plot. She had to know what it was, but she trusted no one. The next morning, Beth walked out of the backdoor of the White House and fleddown the street towards the shop were she had bought that cursed amulet.Voices began to scream in her head to run faster and don't look up..