Young Twink Gives Ass To Coach Alex Mecum To Make The Team HotHouse

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All guys are scumbags so I thought I was bitter as I stood on the side of the road swallowing the dust from the grinding wheels and watching helplessly as my friend Michael drove off to the city Which is at least three miles away
I should have been more careful for I had suspected for some time that Michael's patience was running out Still when he suggested we go to the next town and have a nice day at the mall there I couldn't say no And then halfway through Michael just slowed down and pulled into the bushes that lined the road and I got the feeling it wasn't gonna be my day
I was wrong but how wrong I was I didn't know it at the time
I don't want to bore anyone with the details but the point is I successfully averted Michael's awkward approach and as a result I was stuck on the side of the road miles away from the city in the morning sun with no water Of course I was not prepared to attend such a "pleasant" field trip today so I was not dressed accordingly: my high-heeled hinged white sandals my white spaghetti-strap top and denim skirt would have been very suitable for wandering around the mall but not for walking on the side of the road Not to mention that son of a bitch threw my bag out the car window while he was driving away
I should have been lucky and his shoulder strap could have gotten caught in a bush But it did not of course happen to be so; the elegant little bag in a very large arc passed over the bushes on the side of the road and landed several feet below of course in the densest and thickest shrub
I was forced to make an effort to collect as few scratches and abrasions as possible to get my purse I performed the task with more or less success but the bag was not where I expected it to land Not even close He was supposed to scream with a pretty bright pink in his bushy green but he didn't He just wasn't there That was the moment I started to get scared Where the hell is that thing? He should be here The Earth couldn't have swallowed it
- Looking for this? - suddenly a deep man's voice came out behind me For a moment my heart stopped beating A tall lean man stood a few feet from me in worn jeans with his fingers ripped off in a blue shirt his hat pulled deep into his eyes He leaned loosely almost elegantly upon the trunk of a tree and on his left hand stretched out his fingers there was my purse with my I D my keys my cell phone and my wallet And my diary of course
Of course I knew the man immediately but it did not relieve my alarm: Frank Hollister a well-known figure in our town a jobseeker a troublemaker a jailbird
I took a deep breath and I answered with a forced calm and a polite response
- Yes Mr Hollister I was looking for my bag
- Mr Hollister? I can't remember the last time anyone called me that You're the mayor's daughter right?
- Yeah - yeah Now would be a good time
- What's your name? - you interrupted me
- Jessica but now
- It's so hot Jessica you must be thirsty Come on my house is just a quarter mile away you can have a glass of water and you can call your dad and have him pick you up You shouldn't be walking in this heat
With that he turned his back and with long confident steps he moved into the bushes For a moment that seemed endless I just stood there frozen and then I remembered and then I ran
- Please Mr Hollister if you'd be so kind as to give me my purse it's got my cell phone in it I could call my dad and
"There's no signal out here" he said over his shoulder Courtesy wasn't exactly your strong suit but I didn't intend to mention it
Luckily the "house" wasn't that far awaywe got there in minutes The whole building wasn't bigger than a trailer By the time I got to the terrace of the handkerchief Hollister was gone behind the door I had no choice but to follow him no matter how stupid it might seem I had to get that bag back Especially my diary If it wasn't for that I could walk home and tell my father that Frank Hollister took my bag and he'd come and get it from the sheriff who by the way is my uncle But it's my diary they can't get their hands on it
There was a dim light in the cabin and for a moment I could not see anything and then Hollister's deep towering voice again began to speak from behind me
- Here's the water
I approached reluctantly and as I took the glass from his hand our fingers touched for a moment I couldn't help but shake which he didn't miss His mouth was smilingly small and his eyes were positively glistening with evil little sparks()

 

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