“Great game, men. Great game. Incredible effort and we showed valiant effort in all three phases of the game. We are all proud of you, Rough Riders!...” Coach Van Cleave was addressing the junior varsity team in the locker room after the Thursday evening game against the Stevens Falcons. Stevens proved to be the weakest team the Rough Riders had faced yet. Roosevelt won the game 70 – 3.Tim Murphy did not start in his first junior varsity game. On their first possession, the Falcons moved the ball. The early spring evening was freezing, yet his cheeks were practically glowing. "Kiara!" he barked out, slightly slurred.Kicking his work boots off, he ran up the stairs, taking them two at a time. He thumped on her door, then unceremoniously pushed it open, coming in and breathing hard. "You in here?" He looked blearily in and there she was, sitting up in her bed, her clear eyes skimming over a book resting on her knees. She was already changed for bed, in a long t shirt, blue push up bra and. Nina heard Hannah crying, even heard her own sobs as the triple cane strokes had been so intense. There was an eerie silence for several moments, Nina looked across at Hannah but her face was creased up, and even through her own tears she saw tears running down Hannah’s face. Nina heard the swish and almost simultaneous thwack as Hannah’s face cracked up again and her open mouth let out the shriek, another swish and Nina felt the sudden immense burning spreading pain, another swish and Nina was. I turned and said, “excuse me?” He said, “I saw you…just now, in class. Your hand down the front of your sweats. It feel good?” So first—a little background. My name is Jesse and I’m a sophomore at UGA in a little town called Athens, Ga. During school, I work as a personal trainer at a local gym and during summers, I work as a lifeguard. I’m 5’6, 105, athletic and lean. I had actually been sitting in class, bored to tears so I wandered online and found myself chatting on to two of my friends.