They had lost to Eastside, and we had owned them last week. By the end of the first half, I had done some firsts this year. I had thrown my first inte...rception, I had fumbled, and I had been sacked four times, one of which put me out of the game. The fumble had occurred when two Lakeview linebackers had run past Bert, who wasn't sure which one to block, and they had both hit me a fraction of a second apart. I had been facing the other way and had not seen them. I swear my helmet touched my butt. White Levis and a royal blue scoop necked t-shirt. It fit just perfectly, in my biased opinion. It drew my eyes to the stretched material between her ample but not overabundant breasts. We sat and the salad was passed around. It was my favorite kind of garden salad, filled with chunks of iceberg lettuce, tomatoes, a few radishes, a few black beans, tiny pieces of green onion and a good strong Italian dressing. Mr. Wells took a bite and then added more dressing. I thought the amount was just. He didn’t take her hints. “I really think you should wait till I’ve had a shower babe” she protested again as she felt him trying to position himself between her legs. “Can’t you just go get me a drink?” she pleaded halfheartedly, trying to hide her face from the light coming in through the curtains. Sensing there would be no winning she gives in to Sam, shifting so she is laying on her back and lifting her knees up so Sam can get between her legs. He positions himself so he’s lying on his. ” “Yeah, I will, I am so tired”. So Milton left his aunt alone in the room which had been stripped naked of wallpaper and currently held several small cardboard boxes and the beginning stages of the skirting boards being ripped off.Later on in the afternoon Fay was in the kitchen cooking up some soup when she noticed Milton had not come downstairs for his dinner. Seeing as the time was 18:00 and she had given him about 20 minutes to come down without calling for him she decided to go and see.