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Revenge Of The PAWG
Tessa & Taylor
I’m the last man leaving the locker room. I wanted to savor the last drops of victory. I begin the long, dark, lonely walk exiting the tunnel that leads outside Littlejohn Coliseum.
At the end of the tunnel, I spy a shadowy figure, it’s obviously a woman’s silhouette.
I hear my friend.
“Hurry slowpoke,” she says.
She comes from the shadows. Taylor is a beautiful sight for the sore eyes of a warrior. She is not only one of the first students I met while registering for classes oh so many years ago. She is the only daughter of our Strength and Conditioning Coach.
Taylor introduced Tessa and I. We had remained friends through the years. Our relationship has been purely platonic.
“Hey Boo, what are you doing here?”
“I’m here to take you to heaven,” she says.
I chuckle.
“I’m not ready to die tonight,” I reply.
“Let’s just say you will not have to die to see this heaven, it’s here on earth.”
She gives a soft kiss on the mouth and a sensual hug. Taylor feels different, her touch erotic. I knew something was up from the way she kissed me. I had no idea Tessa had co-signed on what’s about to transpire.
