The FundraiserChapter 2
The following weekend Craig and I met them at a cheap sleazy motel on the other side of the river. The kind of motel that has a bar across the parking lot and looks like it might charge by the hour. I had been there a few times before. We had barely gotten out of the van when a man walked up and asked if we were there for the “athletic donation”. When I answered that we were he took a long hard look at my tits and said we’re in the room at the end. Figures. You can make a lot of noise in that...