Coach Stanton placed a hand on Brad’s shoulder. “Now comes the hard part where you have to set aside your personal feelings and think like a coach.... You have to scratch two players from the lineup for tonight’s game. I’ll give you a few minutes to come up with the names and reasons why.”Brad busied himself trying to figure out who not to dress for tonight’s game. Then seeing the trainer walking past, it dawned on him what to do. A while later, Coach Stanton returned to Brad. “Okay, Coach, what. I'd just come out of our Wednesday morning Partners' meeting,so... mid-morning, about half ten." Did he do anything?" No, he was just sitting there, staring up at me. He even seemed toknow which window was mine." Was he there all day?" No... no, I looked out at lunchtime and his car was gone, so I riskedgoing out for a sandwich..."I couldn't stop a concerned look reaching my face."Don't worry, I made sure I was with a friends and colleagues. Iwouldn't have been brave enough to go out alone. He returned in his best suit, shirt and tie, his hair, usually unkempt, carefully brushed, and his face shaved. She gazed at him and gave a deliberate throaty sigh. There was time for an embrace involving a good deal more pressing bodies together before it was time to serve the meal.There was little conversation during the meal beyond comments from Angela on how wonderful his cooking was and a reciprocal one from Joseph on how beautiful she looked that night.There was however much. “Time to get going, girl”I twist my hand in her plait a little more, causing a little squeak, and the tongue comes out further and begins to move. The first touch with the skin of my lips is electric, I reach down with my left hand to spread my lips, forcing her head forward with my right. Her tongue slips between my lips, dancing briefly across my inner lips before retreating. My little one begin to move her head from side to side violently as she retches. I hold my grip on her firmly,.