.." William? Hey, are you there? It's me again. Um ... I'm sorry, okay? Can we talk? Call me, please." I left my third message in two hours, wondering... where he was. One more and I'd get a free toaster."Still not there?" Susan asked, she'd put on some jeans and a t-shirt."Nope," I shrugged."Well, uh ... I sort of figured you'd be going out tonight..." Yeah, me too." ... so I hate to do this but..." But?" I narrowed my eyes at her."But Lance is coming over and I kinda wanna get him, you know .... On Saturday, May 16th the Tribe would honor the Catholic Diocese by making free tickets available to all the priests and nuns of the Diocese who would be able to attend.The “Diocese game,” as it was known, was announced a month in advance and ballyhooed on the radio—still more important than TV at the time. While every Priest and nun could go, each church needed a skeleton crew to staff its facilities in the event of an emergency. When Mother Superior announced that Sister Mary Cecile would. She obviously had a set: she wasn't wearing a bra and she wasn't wearing panties, either. I didn't get the impression the omissions were through necessity.I could smell her arousal.It was beyond the realms of possibility that I wouldn't get hard. It's only a miracle that my stiffening cock didn't lift the table off the floor. I know she noticed, because I could see a satisfied grin on her face when she glanced down at my lap. Trouble was, John saw her grin, too.He looked at her, then at me, and. ”We heard the sirens in the distance. A couple of minutes later, an ambulance topped the hill followed by Sheriff Garrett’s Suburban. They both skidded to a stop, the ambulance a few feet past us and the Suburban behind the bike.Spencer Garrett nudged Stan aside and knelt in his place. “Godammit, Frank, what’ve you gone and got yourself into now?”Frank shot back, “Well I didn’t shoot myself, ya idjit!”“But did you see who it was?”He spit out more blood. “No! Just a green Jeep tearin’ ass across.