A fucking waste.” The waste of the body was firm, petite, and supple. My soccer coach came to me one day, he said he wanted to speak to me in his office after practice. xnx A heavy weight of sleep crept over me. How could this be? He ate it without a word and then pulled me onto him. I turned around and walked back into his office, and he shut the door. It beckoned him. This was suppose to be my escape. “One time with you, and I wont cut you from the team.”
My heart fell into my stomach and I stood to go. Wasn’t he tired? How could this be? School and sports was my only escape. I’ll be gentle, and think of how much more time you’ll have to spend at home.
