Chapter 125

Parker squeezed Mason’s shoulder before loping away, Mason’s eyes as usual fixed on Parker’s deliciously firm ass mounds. Readjusting himself, mentally as well as physically, Mason set out to facethe rest of the school day.

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Thinking the coach would never blow his whistle to end practice, Mason stood, hands on knees in goal. The regular goalie was injured, so Mason had been drafted in his place. “And wouldn’t you know it, they decided to practice kicking penalties,” Mason muttered.

As had happened during the rest of the afternoon, Mason received a couple of rebukes for inattention. Things had gotten so bad in biology during the last hour of classes, Mason thought he was going to be given detention. Normally mammalian respiration would have held his interest, but there were more important things to occupy his thoughts.

Finally, mercifully, the coach blew his whistle, and Mason’s agony was over. He ran off the soccer field, across the running track and into the locker-room.