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As soon as Spencer and I got settled in our apartment, I began to write to Kayla. I needed to attack my mistake, take the aggressor's role. Tough to do when you're a thousand miles away, but I had to try. I had the time to compose the proper letters, as we were there for a couple of weeks before classes started. There were a few kids who had spent the summer working in Gainesville or going to summer school who were in town, so aside from the townies, the campus was pretty much populated by the jocks. The football players, the soccer team, and the track and field athletes were about the only ones around.

We had practice twice a day, a combination of position tryouts and conditioning, along with studying film of last year's games. Eddie Whitehead and I had analyzed those films until we knew them so well I could envision what was happening on the screen even with my eyes closed, and Pick relied on the copious notes and reports Eddie and I had made on each game as he made his comments for the team.

We had three scholarship freshmen coming in. Harlan Lightfine, the speedster from California, was a frail-looking kid with bushy dark hair. He was a throwback to the sixties, calling everybody "Dude" and "Gremmy" and sprinkling his conversation with "Right On" and "Far Out." I couldn't wait to take him to meet Stone and Skye over at the Glass Onion.

And fast? We had nobody on our team who could keep up with him. In fact, just for grins, one day Pick brought in the University of Florida's conference record-holding 400-Meter Relay team. The team included Arthur Majors, a world-class sprinter who had broken the American record for the two-twenty dash the previous season while running for the Gators. We all ran five hundred-meter sprints, the soccer team and hopefuls spread out along the goal line with the members of the relay team sprinkled among us. Arthur won every one of them, but surprisingly, Lightspeed finished a very respectable third in two of the sprints. Arthur and Edu Banda, the other sprinter who consistently finished second, looked like they were being pushed just a little by Lightspeed in a couple of those footraces. I could see the four track runners talking to each other, occasionally glancing over toward Harlan. It was a true eye-opener.

The other two freshmen were a midfielder from Colorado named Chris Bolden and a backup keeper from a small town in Central Florida, Barry Marshall.

"Call me Sugar," Barry said the first day we met him.

"Why would I want to do that?" asked Jesse.

"When you see me play, you'll say, 'Why, that boy is just as sweet as sugar.'" He winked. "At least that's what all the little girls say," he claimed.

Bryan rolled his eyes, muttering, "It's going to be a long season."

I liked the guy. He kind of reminded me of Jake, a big lug of a guy who was a friend to everybody - unless you did something to cross him. He was big, wide across the shoulders, with a wingspan that served him well as a keeper, and yet he was very agile, able to switch directions and dive for the ball as quickly as anybody I had seen. I had the feeling he would be our starter in the net by the time he was a sophomore.

We went through a week of workouts before Pick made his cuts. We had quite a few new guys, particularly freshmen and sophomores, who came to campus early to try to make the team as walk-ons. Most of them seemed like they had been role players at the high school level, though a couple of them might have been their small-town team's stars. Some of them even went through the week reasonably well. They might have been able to play at the college level at a Division Three school, and done well. Division One was a different animal altogether, though, and all these kids were in way over their heads.

I learned another hard truth during that first week, too. Spending as much time in the car as I did all summer long didn't do anything for my conditioning. By the end of the week, I didn't think there was a muscle left anywhere in my body that wasn't complaining of abuse. By the end of each day I could hardly walk, and even talking was a chore. Fortunately, I discovered the rejuvenating effects of the whirlpool. I became a frequent visitor to the trainer's rooms at the end of the day.

Spencer, having benefited from spending his summer on the field, felt fine. In fact, a couple of nights he even went out with a bunch of friends, while I, on the other hand, could barely manage to crawl into my bed. He tried to get me to go along, but there was no way I was putting myself through any additional abuse. Besides, I had letters to write. I was trying to do a long-distance repair job on my love life, and it was hard work.

I also had an appointment with my counselor the following week. I was serious about declaring business as my major. If I was going to own one, I figured I might as well learn the mechanics. Even though I had Danielle essentially running it for me, I needed to know what was involved behind the scenes. Some day, Trent was going to sweep her away from me, and the two of them were going to strike off on their own. I wanted to be armed with enough knowledge to be able to step in and run my own business on that day.

At the end of the first week of soccer, Pick had his starting lineup set. Jesse, Bryan, and Luke were our forwards; Lightspeed, Spencer, and Jeremy were the front midfielders. Frenchy was defending the left, Dan Ortega and Stuart Early were our sweeper and stopper, and our keeper was a senior, Stan Voigt. I was assigned the right defensive spot. We had a very strong offensive line, we had good defenders, and we had very fast players in the middle. Our weakest spots were right in front of the goal, but I had the feeling few teams would ever get the opportunity to test that soft spot. It was going to be a fun season.

There was further occasion to celebrate the end of the first week: I got my first letter from Kayla in the mail. It was a response to one of the first letters I had sent to her, so she was answering questions I had a little trouble recalling. Still, she wrote, and it made me very happy. I redoubled my efforts to write to her, knowing full well that once classes began, my ability to consistently write to her would be compromised. I filled my letters with gossip from campus, news about tryouts and the work Pick was assaulting us with, and stuff about Spencer, Jesse, and Bryan and my first days living in an apartment. It was everyday stuff, unremarkable except that it was happening for the first time to me, and I didn't have trouble filling several pages with the most inconsequential news. It made for thick envelopes, which I figured was attractive in its own way. If I overburdened her with letters, the chances of getting her to reply went up. Or, at least, that's how my reasoning went.

I also made a very pleasant discovery. I had more money than I thought I had. Even after paying out bonuses to my senior instructors, my clinics had made a tidy profit, which was now mine. I still had to watch my pennies now that I was in an apartment and paying for my own food, but I felt I had enough in reserve I could actually make use of the telephone. Just as long as I played it conservatively, I would be fine. Reggie had told me about her phone bill the first month she was away at school, when she and Elvis were missing each other so much. Between the two of them, they had a long- distance phone bill that rivaled the federal deficit. I really didn't want to make that mistake. And so, on Friday evening, I made my first call from Florida to Kayla, direct-dial. I put my watch beside me on the kitchen counter so I could keep an eye on the time, and I hoped we would have something to say to each other. If we could talk, perhaps we could get beyond the problems we were having. I didn't have a lot of hope riding on the plan, though. All I knew was it was the best plan I had.

Nervously, I dialed, and I sat there as her telephone rang six times. I was just about to give up when Kayla answered, a little breathlessly.

"Hello?"

"Kay? Hi, It's me."

"Sean?" She was so surprised she practically squealed. "Really? It's you?"

I laughed. "Of course it's me. What's going on over there?"

"I'm having a sleepover. Jaimie's here, and Tara, and Sam, and Taylor, and..."

"Whoa, slow down," I said. "Sam? Taylor? You're having a sleepover with boys?"

Kayla laughed out loud. "No, silly," she said. "Sam is Samantha Williams, Taylor is Taylor Brewster, I don't think you know her, and Tracy is here, and Lina Stone, and Vanessa Wanamaker. Do you remember Vanna?"

Did I ever. After Kayla and Molly, Vanna was probably the hottest girl in school. She was in Jaimie's graduating class, a year ahead of Kayla. "Sure," I said, trying to sound noncommittal.

"Of course you do," Kayla said with just the hint of a snicker.

"So, all the best-looking girls are stuck without dates on a Friday night?"

"Our choice," she replied. "We decided we needed a bitch session."

"A bitching session?"

"That too," she said with a giggle. "Bitches bitching about boys."

"Uh-oh," I said.

"Uh-oh is right," she said saucily. "Your name has been prominently mentioned."

"Uh-oh again," I said.

"Oh, don't worry," she said breezily. "You've got a defender among the crowd."

"Really? You're standing up for me?"

"Not me. No way." I could hear her trying to suppress a laugh, though. "It's Tracy. I think she likes you."

I heard squeals of protest in the background, and there were sounds of a scuffle before the handset clunked. I listened, glancing at my watch and envisioning dollar bills bursting into flame, until a scraping sound came through the line. Somebody was picking up.

"Hi, Sean?" It was Tracy Evanson's voice. "Ow! No, I'm talking to him now," she said, her voice muffled as she held the phone away from somebody for a moment.

"Hello?" I didn't want to end the call, but this was getting expensive for no real reason. I had thought I was going to have a nice conversation with Luscious, and here I was trying to referee a wrestling match by long-distance.

"Sean?" Tracy sounded like she was struggling to keep the phone. "If Kayla doesn't want you, will you ask me out?" She shrieked, and I imagined Kayla trying to tackle her to take the phone away. All I could do was shake my head. Spencer, watching television in the next room, glanced over. I shrugged my shoulders and held the phone away from my ear. He could probably hear the commotion across the room. He just smiled and shook his head.

"Hello? Sean? Are you still there?" It was Kayla. Apparently, she had won the contest. The background noises got muffled as she closed the door on the others.

"Yeah. What's going on?"

"Female madness. I'm sorry."

"It's fine. Really. You should go back to your party."

"I will in a minute. Is everything okay?"

"Sure," I said. "I ... I just wanted to say hi."

"Oh." Did she sound a little disappointed?

"And ... and I wanted to hear your voice."

"Oh." One little word, repeated, but the impression was one of pleasure.

"I've been trying to be good about writing," I ventured.

She giggled. "I know," she said. "Our mailman's going to have to get himself a back brace."

"Should I feel sorry for him?" I asked, smiling.

"Nope," she said. "Keep on making his life miserable, would you?"

"I can do that," I said.

Kayla hesitated, and then said, "I should get back in there."

"Yeah, okay," I said. I was disappointed, and I knew I sounded like it.

"Thanks for calling, Sean," she said softly. "I ... Thanks."

"Kay?"

"Yes?"

"Do you think I should get Tracy's number from her, just in case?"

She laughed out loud. Whew, I whispered to myself.

"Not yet," she said.

"Okay," I said. In my head though, I was shouting, All right!

Over the weekend, students began to show up to move into apartments and dorms. Freshman orientation was beginning, and a lot of the upperclassmen also came back to school to party it up before classes began. Jesse's girlfriend, Brittany Erickson, was in an apartment a couple of blocks away from us. Jesse began spending less time with us, and more time with Brittany and her roommates. I couldn't blame him. She was certainly prettier than Spencer, Bryan, or me. Probably kissed him better than we did, too.

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The Competitive Edge Playing The Game IIIChapter 13 Cause and Effect

The shit really hit the fan on Wednesday after Homecoming. Fortunately, it was blowing in a different direction than at me. Westy and Jason, along with everybody else from their pledge class, got summoned to their fraternity house that evening after dinner. They left the dorm thinking it was just another pledge hazing, joking a little and complaining about the short notice. They returned to their rooms three hours later pale, very quiet, and still sweating. I watched Westy rummaging around...

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The Competitive Edge Playing The Game IIIChapter 5 The Conversation on a Swing

Greek Rush started the next Monday evening. I had promised Bryan I would go to the open house at the Phi Kappa Phi house, so after a long day in class, and a long day on the practice field, I put on some actual dress-up clothes. I was standing in front of the tiny mirror in my dorm room, trying to remember how to tie a Windsor knot, when Westy came in from taking a shower. "How come you're all duded up?" he asked as he toweled off his hair. "Rush," I answered. "I'm going over to the...

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Gezinstherapeute Mirthe

Gezinsthe****ute Mirthe is de vervanger van B en een bloedmooie blonde vrouw met lang krullend haar van ongeveer 48 jaar. tijdens de huisbezoeken laat ik altijd mijn ogen over haar lichaam glijden met de hoop dat ik een glimp van haar bh kan opvangen.Op een dag kwam Mirthe onverwachts op huisbezoek. Ze belde aan en ik maakte open. Ik zei,"Goedemorgen, hadden we een afspraak?" "Nee hoor, maar ik was in de buurt en dacht dat we misschien een evaluatie gesprek konden houden,"zei ze."Kom binnen,"...

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OtherworldChapter 6 Atheria

I awoke to find myself in a soft bed, a thick, comfortable blanket pulled over me. The walls around me were wooden, but looked very solid. Sunlight washed into the room through an open window. I could hear children playing outside. My body felt sore and complained as I tried to move. "Rest," an enchanting female voice said to me. Another elf woman stood not far from the bed, wetting a cloth in a bowl of water that sat against the wall. I laid back down, heeding her instructions. "Where...

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Whither MChapter 4 Whither

George Foster was determined to make this evening memorable. It wouldn’t be his final night with Sylvia, physically at least. It would be their final after-school evening, and he had run out of excuses. He would have to tell her tomorrow that he had decided to take the job in Canada. It wouldn’t be their last night in the same apartment, their last night in the same bed. It probably wouldn’t even end their sex together. Sylvia enjoyed that as much as he did, and it wasn’t as if he was...

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Whither FChapter 4 Whither

Sylvia Jennings thought that George was utterly transparent. Intelligent, yes, but she could read all his thoughts from his actions. She soaped herself slowly under the shower and thought about him. For all his talk about ‘celebration’, for example, he wanted morning sex. He thought that spoiling her the night before would get her in the mood this morning. And, of course, he was right. Not that getting her in the mood took as much effort as he put into it. She enjoyed the sex, and she didn’t...

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How I Got Back In TheGame

I wanted to experience those feelings again, but I didn’t know how to make it happen. I didn’t want to try to meet woman at bars, and I certainly didn’t want to pay for sex. So, for some time my main sexual release was my own hand as I watched porn on my computer in the privacy of my house. One day, as I tended to Mary’s flower gardens in our back yard, I noticed my neighbor, Casey, sunning herself in the next yard. I had never noticed what a hot body she has. She is about 5’6” with...

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Clothesline GameChapter 2

"Let's review," shouted the upperclassman with the bullhorn. "The Green Team has won one event and the Gold Team has won one. In higher education we call that a tie. So here's the deal, we will play one more game. Winners will be considered very, very cool... losers... oh my... losers will have to be initiated. I can't tell you too much about the initiation, but just think mud pit... over there... yes, that one. Keep mud pit in mind as you play. Also think indentured servitude. History...

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Threesome Foursome and the Thousand Mile Stares

So she cheated on him.The ordinariness of the vanilla dossier belied its salacious contents. He stared at it on the crystal glass top of his chrome-framed desk and picked it up again.  Leaning back in his counter-balanced chair, a sense of weightlessness aided his concentration.He designed this honey trap not to be a one-off but an expose.  Its purpose was to see how far his wife would go. He pored over the dossier; it catalogued all of their liaisons.  Mia, his wife, found his agent...

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A Thousand Miles

“I didn’t want to worry you.”  The message appears, confirming all my fears.She hasn’t been around for days. I knew something was up.  Her usual playful messages were absent. There was silence.“Me, worried?” I say with poorly disguised cheer. “They don’t know if it’s spread yet.  It’s in a lymph node or something in my neck.  They’ll only know after they operate.  My husband’s so worried about me.  He’s not good at this illness stuff.  He’s falling apart.  I’m trying to hold it together for...

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MyBrothersHouse1

My brothers house Donald Dentley 2017 When my twin brother goes on holiday I go to house sit for him. He has a fantastic house but I’m not going to describe that. It’s the garden that is important for this story. The place is situated halfway along a farm road. So pretty isolated. There is a another house almost opposite. Although he has a very small front yard the back garden is enormous and is surrounded by tall beach hedges. This means that the house, and especially the rear garden, are very...

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Aratheon CYOA Tannivh Holaxidor Part 1

“Will ya give it a rest?” Phylis says, the look of utter impatience on the old elf’s face. Without access to the well, she ages like fruit. Elves are known for their near-immortality, but that’s only given to those who can afford it. The well of life may be sacred ground and is limitless, but it still has a price. At least to the Supreme Counselor, and Phylis can’t afford it. Most of the low born elves can’t afford it. That’s life under the Supreme Chancellors rule. I don’t know how things...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 06

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. ***Dr. Angela Starr: The Hypnothe-Rapist*** SS36: STARR SCORES VI—’Avenging Forthwith’ *** 36 stories, six (square root of 36) now belong to this series. averaging out to one of each of these six ‘Hypnothe-Rapist’ stories for every six of the Smokey Sagas thus far. Just a coincidence. Absolutely nothing to do with this actual story itself, however. Another coincidence: this is going to appear...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 03

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. *The Hypnothe-Rapist* STARR SCORES III: ‘Return Of The ‘Jed’ Guy’ *** April 30th, 10:27 a.m. ‘Hi babe! How’s she lookin’?’ Angela casually asked Paula, the ‘she’ in question being the daily docket of patients. ‘Pretty good, Starr,’ Paula answered. ‘Full schedule, you’ve got one every two hours today. ‘S see, you’ve got…a new visitor, Mr. Ray Reynolds in three minutes, he just got here, and...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 07

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. ***Dr. Angela Starr: The Hypnothe-Rapist*** SS44: STARR SCORES VII—’Divorce Awakens’ *** January 16th, 3:23 p.m. HEY HEY STARR! LAST CHERUB OF THE DAY HAS JUST LANDED AT OUR DOOR. NEWBIE: MR. SEAN MCMANUS. FILLING OUT HIS FORM RIGHT NOW. ID AND INSURANCE XEROXED, JUST NEED YOUR O.K. TO SEND HIM BACK. THANKS, NICE LADY!! JUST FINISHING UP WITH MR. BROCKWELL RIGHT NOW, SO AS SOON AS HE COMES...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 02

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. *The Hypnothe-Rapist* STARR SCORES II: ‘The Impotence Strikes Back’ *** February 12th, 4:02 p.m. Angela put the finishing updates on the file of her 2:00 returning patient, deposited it in the appropriate section of her cabinet, shut it, and pushed herself off it to roll her chair back across the office to her desk. She held down the intercom button. ‘Hi Paula! One more today, right?’ Paula’s...

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Aratheon Treasure Hunt Pt 1

“What will it be, stranger?” the barkeeper, an aged man with bags underneath his eyes asks. “I’ll take a pint of mead, please,” I tell the man and I put a gold coin on the table. He takes it and a few minutes later brings out a pint and places it in front of me. “I’m looking to hire a captain and crew for an adventure. Do you know where I might find such a crew?” “What kind of adventure are you taking?” he asks. “One fraught with danger and could easily end in death, however, the reward...

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HypnotheRapist Starr Scores Ch 04

To every gentleman in need of female companionship and affection…your dream doctor. Literally. *The Hypnothe-Rapist* SMOKEY SAGAS #20: STARR SCORES IV—’The Man Called Dennis’ *** August 9th, 9:31 a.m. Angie slid open the window and welcomed the summer morning breeze into her office with open lungs. She closed her eyes, smiled and inhaled the balmy air. She was in such a wonderful mood. Everything was terrific: her day, her job, her life. She felt so happy she could burst. The daily joys...

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HypnotheRapist Ch 01

Smokey Saga #3: ‘Hypnothe-Rapist’ *** Hope you like this story. And any feedback you may have’s welcomed and appreciated. *** November 25th, 2:00 p.m. Dr. Angela Vevacia Starr was a miraculously skilled therapist. She ran a clinic for folks who dealt with debilitating behavioral and other mental issues. She saw a dozen or two each week, and her talents were such that not many clients required more than eight to ten sessions to effectively be cured. In her mid-30s, she had been honing her...

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Aratheon Wicked Witch of the Woods

Everyone says you should not travel these roads alone, but I am not a helpless old fool. In fact, I am shy of 20 cycles old. They say these parts are ridden with trolls and goblins. I have also heard stories of a wicked witch that lives in the woods beyond. All tales told by old fools to frighten children. I have seen some truly beautiful things on this journey to and from the dwarven kingdom. Mountains that touch the sky, valleys that go on forever. Sunsets that fill the sky with color. And...

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Whither I Go

I woke up early this morning and couldn’t go back to sleep. I tried turning and tossing, but this didn’t work. Next I tried tossing, then turning. Even with all that exercise, sleep was elusive if not forbidden. As I laid there, my mind went to and fro, forth and back, Hither, Thither, and Yon. A fairly pleasant trip, all in all. Then I began to wonder. No, no, not wander, silly. Wonder. Most of us are all too familiar with to and fro, and while we misuse forth and back a lot, few think about...

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Aromatherapy

‘Welcome to the Pavlovian Suite.’ said the masseuse as she led Carla into one of Heaven’s many custom designed massage rooms. The masseuse continued ‘All our rooms are named after the figures who have inspired us here at Heaven be it through their vision, mind or beauty.’ If the name hadn’t already given it away then the soft blue and pink furnishings of a room filled with pictures of Ballet scenes whilst Tchaikovsky’s Nutcracker Suite played quietly in the background made it clear from whom...

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Katheryns Baby

This started as a completely different story, involving a bad decision that destroys a marriage. Then, as I was writing it, I had a friend who almost did something drastic and it got me thinking about depression. Too much, as it turns out, so now I’m dumping it in Non-Erotic. Thanks to that person who helped so much, but asked not to be named. ***** May 5 ‘Stop!’ I yelp, surprising even myself. ‘I can’t do this!’ The world has tilted, and is spinning out of focus. ‘I can’t do this,’ I...

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TheWay it is Now1

I’m still groggy, but the things the mouth are doing to my cock are nothing to complain about. I look down at the head in my lap. The shiny blond (I think she’s blond at least) ringlets of curls tickling my abdomen as her head moves up and down. And my fat knob compresses as she works it past her gag reflex and into her throat. She occasionally fights off the urge to choke as she lets out noises that are almost obscene, but positively sexy when she does. Blasting deep into her mouth, I...

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Athelstans Mercy

I, Rhodri of Kernow, write this in remembrance of my patron, Bishop Asser. The good man loved the House of Wessex all his days and was friend and confidant to Ælfred, whom men now call the Great. Our King now is Athelstan, may The Good Lord and the Saints keep him, and Bishop Asser would have been full of joy to see it. For surely there can have been few Kings his equal. Even Great Ælfred had faults that none could overlook. Athelstan is a man without peer. His appearance and demeanour are all...

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