Based on "The Cremation of Sam McGee" by Robert W. Service From far and from wide, there are tales of pride For every school in the land. Of the basketball team or the homecoming queen Of the cheerleaders or marching band. Each school has a story of scholastic glory; But one tale stands out as most odd. They speak of it still in the town of Midville, Of what happened to their football squad.When Coach Smith came to. Rebuffed in her attempt to preserve propriety, Beth went vocal - very vocal. It had been Molly who had counseled Lisa to hold onto the anger to keep from wilting under her mother's assault, and Lisa focused on what Beth had forced her into, almost to the point of being deaf to the screams and shouts.First came the orders to put clothes on, repeated several times at escalating volume, with ever wilder gesticulations. When Lisa just stood impassively for the first time ever under such an assault,. We staggered over to the bed and then sat down on it, but it was more of a controlled crash than just sitting down."God, I'm plastered." I said."Yeah, me, too."We sat side by side on the bed, thinking whatever thoughts we had in our minds and looking at each other owlishly. She giggled nervously. "I hope you don't think I'm a slut." Babe, I have no idea what kind of woman you are, but thinking you're a slut? Nah." I waved my hand while I tried to think of how to put it."Thanks." She shivered..Read More
