My projectiles were having a great time, with heaps of screams and laughter. Two spectators weren't happy though: the two boyfriends whenever their gi...rlfriends had turns. I always gave their asses a couple of extra squeezes (the girlfriends' asses, I mean), to reward them for their not letting their boyfriends push them around. Other guys' girlfriends should be freely allowed to play around with me.All the spectacular, noisy fun we were having had two noteworthy effects. The first was that some. She wondered what had happened to the big man she'd smashed into. There seemed to be a lot of blood and she hoped he wasn't badly hurt. It was the first time something like this had happened to her. Damn gym! Old, small, and narrow. Barely big enough to meet conference standards. The basketball teams got the good courts.She was still in the locker room when the doors burst open and an obviously happy bunch of women paraded in. It answered one question. They must have won. Francine "Frankie". Billy and his family started filing out the door, and I got up and went towards the guy. When the door closed, he just sagged. Like he wasn't there any more.I stopped behind the stool next to him, and said, "That was a good thing you done." He straitened up a little, and looked up at me. I told him a little about the Martins and how Jeanna and Billy had just got married."I know how she feels," he said.Some how I knew it was the truth. I patted him on the shoulder and told Kelly I had to go make. From where Brendan was standing with his back to the cemetery, he could see the lines of blue taxiway and white runway lights.A tan Chevy Impala from an earlier decade turned onto the cemetery access road and bounced through potholes as it crept towards him with its lights off. Brendan stepped into the shadow of a tree. The car came to a stop and a window was cranked down."Danny, get your ass in the car," a familiar, gruff voice called out."Sure thing, Louie," Brendan said as he broke from his.