ME & DALE

I met Dale the summer before my sophomore year in high schooltime.

well I did n't actually satisfy her then, I just saw her. My family had

moved to Sir William Rowan Hamilton Co. from Wilson at the end of my fresher twelvemonth. I

did n't bonk anybody here yet, so I was pretty bored with myself on the

whole. I learned that the school 's janitor/grounds keeper was looking

for some part metre supporter over the summer to aid with mowing the grass

and such. I decided that since I did n't live anyone and that I could

make a few long horse over summer break, I 'd try to get the job.

It turns out that I was the just person to apply for the job, so

I was hired. Mr. Reynolds…or `` Bob '', as he liked to be called, was

pretty cool as far as boss go. About all I had to do was mow the

grass around the school and the football/track subject, trim the hedges,

and do a little painting here and there. Also, because Bob was doing

care in the school itself, I was left pretty much to my own

supervision.

The high up schoolhouse building was fairly new when I moved to Hamilton.

It had a new secondary school with storage locker suite and cascade for both missy

and boy. It had a `` trainer '' room that was located between the

bus's office and the male child storage locker elbow room, unadulterated with tabular array benches

and a whirlpool. The school also had an indoor, Olympic sized,

swimming pool. And when I was through for the day, Bob would let me

go swimming till he was gear up to lock up.

The start time I saw Dale, it was a particularly hot afternoon,

and I was trimming the hedge by the diamond bleacher on the football

field. Dale was running around the raceway, and pretty a good deal ignoring

me. Which was all right by me, because I had a lot to do and it was a

kick trimming that damned hedge with hired hand tools. Besides, I

thought Dale was a guy, from a distance you really could n't separate.

I had drank a lot of H2O that day and I had to go ! Being a teenage

boy and not wanting to footslog all the way over to the schooltime just to

direct a piddle, I just unzipped and let go into the hedgerow. I mean nobody

would see me, except maybe that guy running around the track, right ?

`` He '' did see me. In fact `` he '' just happened to be coming around the

turn closest to me when I let go. I did n't retrieve anything of it, and when

I finished, I just started back in on the hedge.

Bob came out to the plain to tally up on my advance about 20

minutes later, and saw Dale running. I noticed him watching and sadly

shaking his head.



'' Been at it for about an 60 minutes now…who is it ? '' I asked putting down the

shears and picking up my water jug.

`` Name 's Dale. '' He said, again shaking his forefront. `` Did n't name the track

team again this bound. surmise Dale 's still hoping that maybe succeeding year

will be different. ``

I was watching Dale now. I thought the running style was a little

awkward, maybe a short uncoordinated would be more de***********ive.

'' Too bad really, '' Bob said, `` She tries so damned hard, but she just

is n't cut out for track and field. ``

'' SHE ? '' I said snapping my promontory around to Bob and then back to Dale

running around the far turn…My thinker flashing back to a few instant

ago. I could feel the blood rushing to my face as I remembered taking

a wetting in the hedgerow as Dale ran by.

'' Yeah…she…why ? Couldn't you tell…well I guess not. '' Bob said

smiling sadly for Dale. `` She 's a nice kid though, she did the job you

are doing last summer ... never complained about the work. ``

Since Bob 's revealing I 'd been studying Dale as she yet again

passed us on the near turn. She did look like a boy from a distance.

She had a shortsighted hair cut in a wedge or maybe a `` pageboy '' I do n't know

what cleaning woman call the style. She was very svelte, but had strong legs.

She did n't have any chest whatsoever. Her face was unvarnished looking with

night eyebrows that were a picayune on the intemperate side. She had a biggish

nose, but it was straight. All in all, aside from my wetting the bushes

in front of her, I really did n't discover her of interest, and went back to

trimming the hedge.

I saw Dale off and on all summer. I 'd wave to her and her to me, but

we never talked. I 'd usually be engaged with one job or another, and she

be going to or from the track.

Fall finally came to Hamilton Co. and so the shoal yr began. As

it turned out, Dale rode the same bus as I did, probably because, as I

would later discover, she lived just a few miles from me. We would

wave or nod in greeting, but we did n't look to have any interest in

each other. Dale, I did notice, kept pretty a great deal to herself on the bus,

I did too but that was because I did n't cognise anyone. I saw her

occasionally in the halls between course of study or at lunch.

I went out for the football squad that year, and actually made it !

I was n't very big to be playing football, but I did like to act as and

I guess the coach saw that too. In the cabinet room after the first

hebdomad of exercise, I overheard some of the seniors talking about

'' that girl '' who wanted to be a trainer. I 'd never heard of a girl being

flight simulator so I asked them what they were talking about. Ron told me

that the school instrument panel had ok 'd girls to be trainers in athletic events,

providing that there was a separate orbit for them away from the

locker elbow room and showers. So we now had a girl trainer to avail the

autobus and the squad doctor with errands and wrapping ankles and

such. I shrugged and did n't retrieve much more about it.

About halfway through the side by side week, I sprained my right ankle.

It was after I hobbled back to the grooming room from the Lucille Ball force field,

that I actually first met Dale. I did n't know that she was the girl that

Ron and the others had been talking about. She saw me hobble in

and noticed it was me. She smiled for the offset metre that I had seen

in any case. It was a pretty smile, even if she was a little plain. She

had pretty full sassing now that I could see up close. They actually made

her wind look a picayune modest and pretty. Her tegument was clear up, which is

more than I can say for my own at the time.

'' What seems to be the problem ? '' She asked, looking down at the animal foot

I was holding just off the floor.

'' I think I sprained my ankle…coach said to come in and have it

looked at. '' I said grimacing.

'' Ok…hop over to the table and we 'll get that brake shoe off and have a look. ''

she said motioning to the table.

I hopped over and plopped down and started to twist over to untie my

shoe. Bam ! Our heads ran into each former as she was bending over

to do the same.



'' Sorry. '' I said blushing and rubbing my noggin, trying not to make

eye contact.

'' I think I can make do unfastening your shoe…I am a trainer after all. '' she

said with a chirping little laugh as she too rubbed her head, and smiled

at me. `` Did n't I see you this summertime working for Mr. Reynolds ? '' she

asked as she untied my shoe and eased it off.

'' Yeah… '' I said gritting my dentition as pain shot up my leg from the intumesce

mortise joint. `` You ran a lot this summer did n't you ? Why ? '' I asked trying not

to yelp from the pain as she pulled my sock off.

'' I 've been trying to get on the girlfriend track team since I was a freshman, ''

she said distractedly, `` but I just have n't been fast enough the past two

years. Hopefully future springtime I will be. '' She said as she gently probed my

ankle here and there, turning it a minuscule to the side.

'' Two old age ? Then you are a Jr this year. '' I said still gritting my teeth

with tears threatening to form in my eyes.

'' Yeah. '' She said looking up at me to smile, '' it 's all justly to let me know

if it hurts or not. Otherwise I 'm going to keep thrust and turning boulder clay you

do. '' She said trying not to smile but not doing a very just job of it.

'' Yes ! '' I gasped out at final. `` It hurts ! It hurts ! All right ? '' I was holding

the sharpness of the tabular array so tight that my brass knuckles were turning white and

so was my face.

'' Yep ! Looks like it 's sprained to me. '' She said standing up to get an

ice inner circle from the cabinet. It was one of those chemical things that

you had to pop and judder up a second to set off. She set it on the

table side by side to me and slapped the ribbon of her manus down on it, then

picked it up and tossed it to me and said `` wag that up and put it on

your ankle when it gets cold…I 'll be back in a minute. ``

I shook the ice gang until I could experience it getting frigid then I eased

my articulatio talocruralis up onto the table and gingerly put the pack on it. A few

proceedings later Dale came back jangling some car samara saying `` Ok.

Let 's go. ``

'' Go where ? '' I said a little lost.

'' To the hospital dummy…got to get that articulatio talocruralis looked at by Doc.

Willis…you know…the team physician ? '' she said raising an eyebrow.

'' You think you can hop out the door to jitney 's car ? '' She asked.

'' Uh.. I guess so. '' I responded as intelligently as I could muster.

At the hospital the Doctor of the Church looked my mortise joint over and ordered some

X-rays done and told me I was probably not going to be playing for the

first part of the season anyway. That just made my day. He said that

nothing appeared to be broken and that if I stayed off of it for a while

and let it heal I might be able-bodied to have a few game before the end of

the time of year. He wrapped the ankle up in ace bandages and sent me

and Dale on our way.

'' Bummer about the season huh ? '' She asked as we pulled out of the

parking lot. `` Maybe you can be a trainer too until the ankle gets

dependable ? '' she added brightly, looking at me sitting there with a foresighted

face.

'' I suppose. '' I answered, not feeling very enthusiastic about it. As it

turned out I did n't become a trainer. I did n't see much of Dale for a

few weeks either because of having been driven to and from school

by my mom while I was letting the mortise joint heel. It was a real bitch

trying to get from family to stratum carrying record book and hopping along

on crutches. Finally after six calendar week the doctor said that I could go

back to playing as long as I took it easy on the ankle and I might

wrap it if it got to feeling weak again. There were three games left

in the time of year and I got to see them all…from the bench.

Spring came before too hanker and with it came track and field. I

went out for hurdle and the 100 meter dah. I made the squad as an

alternate. Dale too made the team this class, she ran the 440 relay,

and the mile. We saw a lot of each other that bounce at exercise and

at the sports meeting. We got to be pretty respectable champion too…she just kind

of grew on me I guess. I did come to like her quite a bit, but I was

infatuated with another lady friend at the time and I really did n't notice Dale

as a young woman. I did n't acknowledge that she seemed to spend a lot of time with

me, and that she was n't going with anyone. But she never said

anything that would make me bill I guess.

That summer Dale 's dad gave her his old car when he got a new one.

She used to pick me up in the morning and take me to the school to

work and she would run till luncheon time and then we would go out and

get something to eat. I always paid for the food because she would n't

let me give her gas money for driving me to work. I guess we got to be

pretty finis friends that summer, and I 'd be lying if I said that I did n't

card that she was starting to fill out a little in all the right places.

But I still thought of her as a Quaker, and did n't look too very much. I learned

to love her chirping little joke, and her pretty grinning. She really was n't

all that bad to face at I decided one morning as she drove us to the

school. She still wore her hair short in that wedge cut I guess you 'd

call it. Her haircloth was a unaccented gloss, not really blond but too light to be

brown…it had sort of a red highlight when the sun shone on it. Her

supercilium were dark and outlined her big brown eyes just so. The intrude

was still a little big I thought, but she had recently started wearing a

picayune lipstick that highlighted her full sassing so that they complimented

her nose and expression as a unit. She did n't put on much eye make-up but

then she did n't need to. She always smelled nice too…not perfumed

or anything like the early miss at schooltime did. Just clean…maybe bath

powder or something, I liked it whatever it was. Her hair always

smelled like hemangioma simplex I thought. I liked that too. She did paint her

nails though. She did n't take in those farsighted claw looking nails, in fact they

did n't even go past the ends of her fingers. but they were always neat

and even, and she 'd paint them in subdued colouring material like ravisher or pale red.

In the pin shoal started again, and so football. Dale was again `` that

girl flight simulator '' and I was now on the first team squad. I was a start out lineman

on both offense and defense. I was kinda small for a lineman, but that

was more often than not a plus for me. Being quicker and let down than

almost of the wildcat I played across the line from I could do a pretty good

job. And I had fun too. As a flight simulator, Dale doubled as the 'water boy'…or

is that water girl ? Anyway, anytime there was a time out or the romp

was stopped for anything she would wash out onto the field and squirt

water supply through our brass masked helmets into our mouths if we wanted

water. Sometimes she 'd spray me in the face whether or not I wanted

water…and then run off the field of force giggling as I sputtered and wiped my

face…much to the amusement of my team mates. I on the other hand

did n't mean it was too funny. I even got angry at her a couple of times.

`` Hey man ! cool down it would ya ?"One of my teammates said on one of

these function,"The girl is just trying to get your attending man ! ``

'' Huh ? '' I said, about as intelligent as it sounded.

'' Man ... The biddy likes you…did n't you love that ? '' He added looking

a niggling confused.

I was a little taken aback by this revelation. I had never even

view of Dale as anything early than a friend. I was kinda kayoed

to believe that she would even be interested in ME ! I mean c'mon ! She

was a older even, and I was just a junior. I dismissed the idea and

forgot about the comment.

By the third biz of the time of year, my articulatio talocruralis was getting weaker and

weaker. The team doctor said that if I wanted to observe performing and not

risk another sprain like last class, that I 'd bear to start wrapping it before

every practice and game. Up until then, I had never wrapped my ankle,

and really did n't know what to ask.

Before the next praxis, I went to the trainer 's room to get it done.

Dale saw me hail in and had the tape already waiting for me. She

looked down at my leg and arched one supercilium then looked at me and

asked."You did n't shave your leg ? ``

'' Of class I did n't shave it…what do I look like, a girl ? '' I said

somewhat indignantly. I had no musical theme why I should or even would want

to knock off my leg. I found out though !

'' Okay ... '' Dale said with a mischievous grinning and a twinkle in her eyes.

'' But I bet you will want to adjacent time. '' She added shaking her foreland and reaching for the tape. She did a commodity job taping it up, it felt not bad during drill. I could make up knifelike bit on the ankle and generally treat it

like it had never been sprained before. However, I found out at the end

of pattern just why it is a unspoiled melodic theme to shave the leg, at to the lowest degree where the

tapeline will be applied.

spine in the trainer 's way after practice, Dale gave me a foul

little smile as she came at me with the tape scissor grip. She cut down

from the top of the tape contrast all the way down to the ankle then

across the side of my fundament to the other end. She laid down the scissors

and rubbed her hand together looking up at me to say.

'' Uh…why do n't you put your early foot under you knee and then

hang onto the edge of the table. ``

Shrugging my shoulders and not knowing why this would be of any

use, I did what she said. I sat on my just ankle and grabbed the bound

of the table.

'' This is going to smart a little. '' She said with that little mischievous

grin again, `` So do n't kick me or anything. '' She peeled back the top

edge of the tape measure along where she had just cut it. I could feel the

hair's-breadth on my leg being pulled out, and started to say that. Then

without warning, Dale just yanked straight down and back for all

she was worth. Needless to say, the infliction caused by several hundred

hairs being pulled out at once pretty a good deal distracted me from

saying anything coherent for about thirty seconds. I did curse a blueing

streak during this time however.

Dale was across the room by now trying to deal her oral cavity with one

hand to both keep me from seeing the grinning that was on her face and to

sustain from laughing out loud at my trick. She did have an apologetic

if not amused look in her eyes. I was, on the other hand, neither

amused or excusatory. I was hopping around on my thoroughly understructure and

holding the former in both hands.

`` Thanks ! '' I said not very grateful at all.

Dale finally gave up trying not to express joy and between those chirping

footling giggles and the guffaws, she asked me if I thought I was going

to shave my leg before I had it wrapped next time.

'' WHAT HAIRS ? '' I shouted, still doing my one legged dance and

rubbing my abused other leg."YOU PULLED THEM ALL OUT ! '' and

reached for a half empty water bottle and squirted her with it. Dale,

with rip in her eyes from laughing so operose by now, ducked and

darted out the threshold giggling all the way, and yelping in addition. I

chased her as C. H. Best I could, and ran right into the coach coming the

other way in the hallway.

'' Uh…Tim ? '' He said seriously, but with entertainment in his heart,

'' The showers are in the other direction…you want to go use them ?

Now ! ``

'' right wing coach ... just on my way to do that ... bye ! '' I stammered very

red in the aspect. A little from plethora and a short from

the anger.

Still grinning, Dale said peeking out from the threshold of the charabanc 's

office.

"I'll bet he shaves next clip ! '' And yelped again as I threatened to

squirt her again with the water nursing bottle. charabanc took it away from me

and pointed to the shower bath elbow room. As I turned to go, he squirted me

with the bottle. That got a giggle out of Dale, until he turned it on

her. He pitched it to her and said to go finish her duties smiling

the all time.

Dale gave me a ride home that dark, like she did nearly nights,

unless I went somewhere with the other guy wire. On the way home plate,

I was still rubbing my leg. In the cascade I had discovered that

there were in fact still hairs on my abused leg, much to my

amazement.

'' I 'm sorry that it hurt Tim. '' Dale said with still a oddment of a

twinkle in her eyes. `` But, I did admonish you did n't I ? '' I could see her

take back the beginnings of another giggle.

'' Yeah…you did. '' I admitted a little reluctantly. `` But how was I to

bonk ? I mean I did n't think…I did n't know…well ? Besides…

Only girls shave their legs ! '' I added trying to smooth out over my

dignity.

'' Not really… '' She said `` the pro 's do it all the time…at least up

to where the mag tape will end anyway. ``



'' They do ? '' I replied looking out of the side of my eyes, not sure enough

to believe her or not.

'' Yeah. They do. '' Turning to me saying. `` I can depict you how next

time if you want. ``

'' Anything to not have got to go through that again ! '' I intoned very

acidly. She just chirped in reply and did n't say anymore about it the

respite of the way home.

The following Monday after school, I again went to get draped

before practice began. I got there a trivial former so that I could get

my leg shaved this metre however. Dale had me deal off my wind sleeve and

put my leg and articulatio talocruralis in the sink to wet it with water. Then she had me

sit down on the trainer 's table and attend my leg over the side. She put

on shaving gel and worked up a fret then with a razor, she started

at the tip where the tape would stop and shaved down. It was a

strange sensory faculty for me. Not just the shave but the having someone

else do the grazing. Her hands were very pacify, and she did n't cut

me. When Dale was satisfied that she 'd gotten all the whisker off she had

me rinse my leg off in the sink again then hop back up on the table.

She took a towel and dried my leg off then ran her hands over the

smooth cutis on my leg.. My skin seemed to tingle under her feathery

jot. She looked up at me and smiled a little self conscious grin

blushing a little, then turned away to get something. She came back

with some talc and the tape. She put a little talc in her deal then

rubbed them together then again rubbed my leg. Her hands felt, if

anything, more feathery, and by now, my leg was n't the only thing

tingling. Something not popularly known or at to the lowest degree mentioned about sweatpants, is that they do n't hide a great deal of the 'male'

anatomy…at to the lowest degree not in the situation that I was now in. Dale

pretended not to comment as she started applying the tape, but I caught

her glancing at me former than my ankle or aspect. I was turning a bright

red I 'm sure…and I know that Dale was practically turning pink. When

she finished with the tape she stood up and grinning while biting her

lower lip, gave me a nictation and said `` you 'd better go warmly up and

loosen up all those tight muscleman before practice. '' And turned away

quickly to fill the water bottle and let me pull away without too lots

more overplus. I was capable to regain my composure before I

saw or was seen by anyone else `` Thank God ! '' I thought.

Although I did n't receive to plane my leg every day, Dale did implement

the talc along with the tape, and I did chip in her my full care

when she did. She never mentioned my situation again, even

teasingly, but I know she noticed and she did blush and blubber

sillily as did I.

During the Homecoming game that yr, it happened again.

I nearly broke my ankle turning on it at a dead run trying to piddle

a tackle. Cursing and hopping off the field of study on one foundation, Dale met

me half way across the field to help me the eternal sleep of the way. God

but it hurt ! Our team ended up losing by 3 points, not that it

mattered much to me at the time. I was very depressed, I sat in

the flight simulator'room after the biz and more or less just sulked

while I was soaking the mortise joint in the whirlpool. I was really

pissed. I had even planned to go to the dancing after the game.

Fortunately, my date understood, and ended up going with

soul else. Dale was pretty subdued about it, I think she

blamed herself maybe, like it was her fault that the taping did n't help.

'' I 'm regretful Tim ... I knew you wanted to go to the dance and all ... ''

She said a niggling more quietly than usual for her."Does it offend much

now ? ``

'' No…It does sense better…still throbbing a little though. '' I replied

vacantly, staring into the swirling water.

`` You need a ride home ? '' she asked hesitantly.

My mom and dad had n't come to the game tonight, I had planned on

getting a ride home with one of the guy cable after the dancing and all, but

now I did n't have a ride. So I said. `` Yeah… '' Then I realized that if

Dale took me home she 'd leave out the dance herself and added `` But are n't

you going to the dance ? ``

She turn her mind away from me and said. '' No…I did n't want to go

to the pudding head saltation anyway ! '' That 's when it dawned on me ! How

could I have been so dense ? And, being the unconditioned youth that I was,

I said.



'' What'sa matter…nobody ask you or something ? '' Then I nearly tried

to bite my tongue off ! `` You Idiot ! '' I thought to myself.

She turned to me with a frigidity sinister feeling and said again. `` Well ? Do

you need a ride household or not ? ``

`` Dale…I 'm sorry…I ... I did n't know…I… ''



'' Just dangle it ! OK ? '' She said venomously, and then pitched me a

towel. Well actually she nearly threw it at me. Then she turned and

started out the door."I'll be in the car. If you want a ride menage you 'd

upright move it ! I aint waitin all Night !"She said before she disappeared

around the doorway. I really felt like a heel ! And then my mind flashed

back to the game when one of the guys told me that she liked me.

Could it ? ... Did she ? ... `` Girls ! '' I thought to myself as I got my ankle out

of the whirlpool and hobbled to the dressing elbow room to dress.

On the drive dwelling I tried to smoothen things over as in effect I could.

I talked about the game and how badly it had gone. I thanked her for

helping me off the field and for helping me to the training room and

all. She stayed pretty tranquillize all the way to my mansion though, I was

running out of things to say when she turned into my driveway. We

just sat there in the car for a second. I really did n't know what to

say…then it hit me !

'' Dale ? '' I said hesitantly."I know I 'm only a junior, and you probably

are n't even interested in me or anything… '' I stumbled on nervously.

It felt as though my belly was trying to tie itself in mi ! `` I…er…

I mean…Dale…would you go to the prom with me ? '' I was so spooky,

I was n't even sure that she 'd pick up me.

She turned to me, and I could see that she had teardrop in her eye

I thought that, well, I did n't know what to recollect. So I just swallowed

and started to say something else, but she raised her decently hired man and

touched my case then trailed her finger's breadth down to my sass. Then she

took my left hand in both of hers and brought it to her face. I could

sense her tears on the dorsum of my hand then she kissed my hand and

said in a choked voice.

'' Of course I will ! `` she half laughed and half sobbed. Then she smiled

the most wonderful smile that I think I will ever see on any font again.

I did n't know what else to say but,

'' You will ? ... I mean…Great ! ... uh…but I have to warn you…I do n't dance

too well. '' I added grinning sheepishly. I 'm glad that it was pretty dismal,

she did n't see me blushing like crazy ! At that she giggled and squeezed

my hired hand in pleasure. Then she added.

'' Well if you keep on the way you 're going, you probably won't even be

able to take the air ! '' She said teasingly, and letting go of my hired hand. I could

see my mom looking out the windowpane of the kitchen so I decided that

it was meter to go.



'' Uh…Dale ? ... '' I started awkwardly.

'' Yeah…I know. '' She said with a mock face, `` You need a drive to

schoolhouse Monday right ? ``



Again grinning sheepishly I said."Yeah…It 's kinda concentrated riding

the bus with a busted ankle…If it 's not any problem that is ? '' I added

hoping that she would say otherwise, and, she did. As I started to

open the door to get out, she grabbed my mitt again, and as I started

to become back to see what she wanted, She kissed me ! Not a mickle on

the cheek like virtually girlfriend do. A real kiss ! On the lips ! I was too

surprised to do anything. I just sat there stupidly, suspended in time.

Then the door swung open, and the interior light came on and I

could see that Dale's eyes were closed. Then she opened them and

smiled at me as she pushed my shoulder out the threshold. I just stood

there in the drive for what seemed like hours as she drove off.

I was shocked, stunned, I do n't know what I was, but I liked it. Then

the porch light came on and I snapped back to reality…reluctantly.

The following few weeks seemed to fly by. What with school and the

weight training and the soaking in the vortex trying to get the mortise joint

back in shape to play. `` And to dance. '' I thought to myself. Dale was

unlike somehow now, I really could n't put my digit on it. She

still teased me in the training room, and we had the usual H2O

fights, but there was something else there too. I think the rest of

the guys on the squad sensed it too, they did n't peach down about `` that

young woman trainer"any Thomas More, at least not around me. The four-in-hand too seemed

to treat her a little different. Or maybe it was all in my pass ? I do n't

know even now. We never kissed or anything in front of anyone, though

there were several times that we pulled over coming home from

pattern or going to school. I did learn how to osculate pretty quickly,

I guess some things just come naturally, at to the lowest degree with Dale they did.

Dale and I became closer in those few weeks than the integral clock time that

I had known her. We were both still pretty a great deal innocent in so far as

our `` playing around '' went. We petted a short, and kissed a lot. But

we never went past the touchy feely stuff. Mostly because I was

afraid to, though I wonder about Dale sometimes. She never said

anything about it but sometimes when we had been `` playing '' and

stopped for a schnorchel, she 'd have this footling gleaming in her eyes.

Ah…If only I knew then what I know now. But that 's life I guess ?



In three workweek, I was gear up once again to look at to the field in

uniform. It was the last plate game of the season that twelvemonth, which is

usually when `` Homecoming '' takes property, but not this year for some

understanding that I ca n't think back. It was early in the one-third quarter, and

things were going fantastic for our team. I was feeling great too, I

had made respective really good fishing gear and the fact that the unit

kin, the whole school, the coaches, and Dale had witnessed them

made me feel like I was going to break ! I was having a ball and the

other guys on the team were feeling the Lapplander way. It was all in all

the best game we had had all year. Not that it was my doing or

anything, but I had helped. Then it happened.

My team was on vindication, and the other team ran an end around

caper. I was playing the linebacker position on the side that they

swept to. I never knew what hit me. I remember seeing the clump

moving in my direction. I remember the colouring material of the other squad'

Jersey. I even remember the numbers on the sides of their helmets.

Then.

Whiteness.

I came to with a black and livid blur hovering over

me. As my vision cleared, I could see that it was a reader. He was

saying something that did n't take a leak any sense. Then Dale 's case was in

front of mine. I could see that she was very vex about something,

but I had no mind what then her typeface vanished and the coach 's and the

team doctor 's appeared in her office. My auditory modality was coming back now,

they were asking me if I thought I could walk off the field. `` That 's silly ! ``

I thought. `` Of course of action I can. ``

someone helped me up onto my feet, and my Earth started to whirl

for a second then settled down. `` That 's strange '' I remember thinking.

I took a step with my left wing foot and then I moved my justly one.

Whiteness !

I came to again as they were closing the door to the ambulance. I

saw Dale trying to get to me, her middle were streaming with tears. The

ambulance concomitant asked me if I wanted anything for the pain. `` What

painfulness ? '' I thought. `` What happened ? What's going on here ? What am I

doing in an ambulance ? '' My mind was coming back on blood now and I

was wondering what the hell was going on. My mind did n't have any

clues.

As the ambulance started to prompt to pull off the field, my soundbox began

to describe in to my still foggy brain. That 's when I consciously felt the

bother for the low time.

Whiteness !

I woke up yet again as they were wheeling me into the emergency

room at the local hospital. I remember it being so damned cold ! I was

still dressed in my wet uniform, shoulder pads and all. Apparently

someone had removed my helmet though, I could feel the cold air on

my wet head. The doctor in the emergency way looked me over and

told a nurse to get a blanket, then he looked at my flop leg. I could n't

hear what he said, I was still swimming in molasses it seemed. I later

found out that they had injected me with a mild anesthetic. I lay

there in the emergency brake room trying to replay what had happened for

what seemed comparable hour. I was still too numb to feel much, and I sure

was n't thinking too clearly.

Somehow Dale managed to sneak past the attendants in the elbow room,

or they let her in. I do n't really know which, even now. But she was

there. I could feel her holding my hand. I saw the bust in her eyes,

and the vexation on her typeface. She looked at my right knee and made a

hurt look that hurt me more to look at than any I was feeling at the

moment. She turned back to me and asked if the doctors had told me

anything yet.

`` No. '' I replied in a haze. `` Dale ? ... What happened ? I do n't remember.

I mean I must stimulate gotten hurt…is it bad ? '' I was not so much in

pain in the ass as confused, and maybe in shock. The cold air did n't serve either.

I had the chills by then, and I was shivering. Dale stopped trying to

hold back the crying then. She gasped and said.

`` Oh Tim ! ... They ganged up on you ! I heard you leg snap all the way

across the theater ! ... and then you screamed ! ... I tried to help, but they

would n't let me ! ... They pushed me away ! Then they put you in the

ambulance and took you away…I ... '' It all came out in a rush, tears

streaming down her typeface. She covered her mouth with one bridge player and

still held mine in her other hand. That 's when the nurse came in and

took her out of the room. `` Leg snapped ? '' I thought in repulsion."Is my

leg broken ? '' I wondered I tried to sit up, and that 's when I noticed

that they had me strapped to the gurney. I could n't run ! I was

starting to panic when two More nurses came in and started to tramp

me down the mansion house. They took me to the X-radiation elbow room to get `` pictures ''

of my leg. I was unstrapped and they moved me onto the x-ray

table. I felt my knee when they did this ! It did hurt ! It felt like they

were trying to rend my leg off at the knee ! I looked at it while they

were positioning the automobile. It looked frightening ! It did n't even expect

like a knee. I did n't see any bones sticking out or anything and was

kind of in a daze sitting there looking at the quite a little that used to be

my right knee, it was so swollen that it looked like someone had

moved my second joint down to just above my calfskin. And it was turning

colors…blue and purple, and pitch-black. One of the nurses grabbed my

leg to turn it just a little for the X-ray. ! ! ! ! ! If she had been within

arms orbit I would have strangled her with my bare hands…then

I passed out again.

Whiteness !

When I woke up again I was ardent. I did n't feel any nuisance. I was

just beginning to think it might own been a bad ambition when I opened

my oculus and saw the Edward Douglas White Jr. cap. Looking down, I saw that I was in

a hospital bed and there was a immense ugly lump under the blanket where

my right-hand stifle would induce been. I pulled back the covers and saw a

mound of ace bandages and pillows. My leg was still there, but it did n't

look like a leg. I touched it gingerly at low gear then prodded some more

when I did n't feel any pain.



'' They doped you up silly…of course it does n't hurt ! '' Dale said from the

left face of the bed, startling me. I did n't know she was there. She had

stopped crying but her eyes were puffy and her cheeks were stained.

She filled me in on what I had missed while I was out. She told me

that the X-rays had shown that nothing was broken, but that I had

separated almost every sinew and ligament in my human knee roast. The

MD were still puzzled as to why my leg had n't just broken.

I would be on crutches probably for the rest of the schooltime year

Just the same though. And that I would take to go through some

pretty intensive physical therapy, but I should be ok in the end. I

just sat there trying to engulf it all for a while.

'' Well ... so a great deal for the relief of the season. '' I mumbled. Then I had

a sudden painful thought. Turning to Dale I said."Dale…About the

dance…I ... '' Her handwriting flew to my mouth to stop my words as her

eyes brimmed over with tears again she smiled weakly and didder

her head. Then she leaned over me and kissed me. I could taste

the salt of her tears on her lips, and I reached out and held her as

tight as I could in the position I was in. If she found it uncomfortable,

she did n't say anything. Dale just stood there trembling. I do n't know

how retentive we sat there like that, but I must feature drifted off to slumber

again.

I woke up the adjacent dawn, well actually the side by side afternoon. My

mom and dad were there, and the Coach, and of course Dale. I could

feel my knee throbbing now but it did n't hurt too bad as long as I

did n't move very fast. It did send me a jolt when they put me in the

wheel chair to take me out of the hospital though. They had me a yoke

of crutches waiting when I got to the doorway. I would later get word to detest

those damn things with a rage unequaled to this day. Who 'd

ever have thought that your underarms could wound so much ?

After two week of sitting at home in straw man of the TV and being

bored out of my forefront, except when Dale came by to drop off my school

work, and to inspire me up, I was quick to try to hobble to schooling on my

crutches. I also started on the forcible therapy regime they had

planned for me. I had to do apparent motion exercises, and had to be hooked

up to a pulse author. That was the weirdest touch sensation I 'd ever had ! It

had two electric lines with pad on the ends. The nurse would put

them on either end of a particular muscle and hit a button. When the

electric current ran through the pads, it made the muscle declaration. It was a

very weird feeling to feel my musculus move when I was n't doing it ! I

also had to sit in the whirlpool for an hour or two at a time. But I

could use the one at the shoal when I wanted too, and I did, often.

Dale would stay with me on the day that I stayed after school to

use the pocket billiards. She would always help me getting in and out and of

grade she gave me rides everywhere ! It got to the stop that we were

doing our homework while I soaked in the whirlpool.

The football game season came to a dismay end for me that yr,

and Basket ball season soon was under way. The school was using

the topical anaesthetic college gym that class because they were replacing all the

flooring in our gym, and doing study on the bleachers. So Dale and I

were left pretty much to our own in the preparation elbow room on the sidereal day

that we stayed over. Mr. Reynolds even eventually stopped waiting

for us to pass on. As a topic of fact, he gave Dale and me a key to the

back door so we could lock away up after I got done with the whirlpool.

One evening, as we were sitting there doing our prep, and I

was turning into a raisin, Dale kept looking at me and grinning

whenever I looked up at her. Finally I could n't stand it anymore.

'' What ? '' I said a slight riled and a lot curious.

She closed her Koran and grinned the most wicked grin I 'd yet

seen her wear.

"I'll be right back '' she said looking at her sentry, and getting up to

leave the elbow room. Still puzzled I shrugged and went back to my books.

A few mo later Dale came back.

Dale was wearing a little, very slight, one piece bathing suit, and

that grin again. She blushed a little self consciously as she saw my

uncomprehending and probably featherbrained expression on my face. She did a

little pirouette, and held her hands and arms up as if to say `` well ? ``

Then she turned and closed the room access and locked it. I dropped my Word

into the H2O I was so storm, but the splash brought me back yearn

enough to scrabble for the ledger and save it. Well it was a little wet.

Dale came over to me and took the leger out of my hands and tossed it

onto the table, then she hopped up on the edge of the tub, and swung

those foresightful slender wooden leg over the edge and into the water.

'' Mmmm…Feels good. '' She said in a dreamy voice…or was it me

dreaming ? She looked at me and raised one of those big iniquity eyebrows

and purred, `` Well ? ... Are you going to shoot over so I can sit down

too ? ``

I do n't think I said anything, I did displace over though. I do n't

remember doing it, but the following matter I knew Dale was sliding into the

piddle beside me. Then her arms were around my neck, and we were

kissing. I wrapped my subdivision around her nearly naked back and held her

like she was breakable. Before foresighted we were panting and laughing and

kissing again. It was tremendous ! My handwriting started exploring more than

I had ever done before then. I traced the communication channel of her neck down her

back to the lilliputian dimpled chad on her back just above her backside, then

around the curve ball of her narrow hips and up her sides to her underarms.

I traced the bender of her weapon up to her elbow joint and then back up her

blazonry to her shoulders. When my hands found themselves back at her

hips again they took a different itinerary. I followed the contours of her

legs to her genu, then I started back up to her pelvis. I was very aware

of myself becoming charge, but was afraid to mention it. As it turned

out I did n't have to.

Dale pulled back for a here and now so we could catch our breathing spell. Her

heart literally glowed at that import. I was entranced. I blushed, when

she looked down at the weewee smirking a little and she said.



'' Problem Tim ? '' with a little voice from somewhere deep in her throat.

When she looked back up at me I know I was about to split into

flame from the hotness in my face. Dale smiled and reached down to my

hands and took them in hers. She guided my hands back out along the

outsides of her legs then at the knees, she pulled them to the easygoing

underside between her legs…She slid them slowly back up along her

soft inner second joint to the point where they meet. Dale closed her eyes

and gave a little pant as she touched my hands to her most private of

treasures. Her legs clenched shut tightly around my hands and hers.

She shivered a arcsecond or two then opened her mouth to say

Something that never came out…It just turned into a little suspire. Dale

opened her centre and smiled at me and released the atmospheric pressure on my

hands. She did n't move to pull them away, nor did I…I was enthralled.

It was so soft and at the same time hard…well firm actually. And hot !

I could feel rut from here even through the already hot water of the

whirlpool. Dale leaned over and kissed me a retentive breathless osculation. And

just when I thought I was going to pass out from the want of oxygen,

she surprised me yet again. Dale put her spit in my backtalk and

started teasing my clapper ! I nearly choked when I inhaled with a pant

pulling her natural language into my sass that much encourage. Sputtering and

giggling she rolled her head back over her shoulders leaning back and

away from me. She started to err when she did, but caught herself

on the boundary of the tub with her weapon, but in doing so, she bumped my

knee and I yelped in surprisal and pain. Dale covered her back talk and

started to rationalize when I told her that I was all right…just a little

pain…"I might be getting a cramp too. '' I said not really feeling the

throbbing in my genu.

Dale eased her arms back into the water supply and sat down again opponent

me in the whirlpool and gently started massaging my offend outgrowth.

she massaged it from my still offer mortise joint up to my puffy knee, being

very attender and careful around the stick. It did find better, and she

smiled at me when she saw the fill-in in my font. Then she started

working her hands slowly up my thigh one hand on both sides of my

right leg. When she finally got to my shorts, I was about to conk, or so I

sentiment. She saw, or rather felt that they were rather tight because of

what she was doing and gave me a wry smiling and quipped.



"We're just full of stiff brawniness and juncture are n't we ? '' And she started

to delicately trace my outline on my shorts, with her impregnable

finger. Dale ran her left hand slowly up and down the inside of my

right leg, while she kept tracing me with her rightfulness. I looked into her

eyes and saw that they were nearly closed, and her breathing time was coming

in short pant again, mine was too. She lowered her typeface to mine and

kissed me again and our lingua played and danced around one another

as we gasped for breath. I found my hands on her chest, and could

feel what felt like knots under the thin material of her bathing suit.

Dale was panting too a good deal to kiss now, and so was I but we stayed

cheek to cheek heaving in each early 's ear as we felt each others

bodies. Dale finally raised her the right way paw to the waist band and put her

hand down my shorts to grasp me. I thought I was going to irrupt

on contact lens, but somehow did n't. She stopped rubbing my inner thigh to

touch herself…Then she reached the deal and grabbed my mightily deal

from her heaving chest of drawers. I did n't have to be guided this time, but she

did n't let go of my hand anyway…It was hot between her legs as she

placed the flat of my script to the outside of her bathing suit. My

fingers bunched together as she clamped her ramification shut once more. She

started rocking and wiggling on my hand, and I was moving my hand

between her legs as best I could but all I could do was wiggle my

fingers a picayune. Dale put her now free hand down my shorts with her

other hired man. She rubbed the spiritualist end with the palm of one helping hand,

and pumped with the other…I did n't last-place longsighted when she started that.

It started as a quivering in the cover of my legs and raced up my

muscles to my groyne. My back arched by its own pact and I could

find myself squirting into the hot water of the maelstrom and onto

Dale 's hired man. She kept pumping and rubbing boulder clay I nearly collapsed,

and grabbed her arms. She gave me a funny smile, almost like she was

in pain then her back arched as I felt her legs spasming and trembling

like before…but this time I felt her more tender component spasming and

contracting too. And the material of her washup wooing got slippery.

Dale let out a trivial growling or a moan or something opaque,

then she started shaking. I thought maybe she was starting to cry, I

was getting really worried when the shaking turned into laughter. Her

clutch on my helping hand relaxed and she gently sat down on the elevation of my

second joint and wrapped her arms around my neck. I started to raise my own

arms to encircle her shank but she reached back down and take hold of my

right hand and took me back to her hot spot. This sentence however, she

pulled aside the material of her suit and put my hand on her flesh.

It felt like an electrical shudder run up my hand and arm. Dale must

have felt it too, because she let out that piddling sound from deep in her

throat and gasped again. I rubbed her hairless pubic mound. `` Huh ? '' I

thought. Dale looked into my eyes and grinned and winked. Then she

smothered my mouth with hers.

Dale wiggled a little while we continued kissing and I let my

fingers explore her smoothness. I traced her outer back talk and the personal line of credit

where they part to break her inner backtalk. My palm brushed across her

sensitive `` button '' and she shivered again and rewarded me with

increased panting and kissing. When I delved a fingerbreadth into her

entering she gasped again. Dale was nearly pulling the hair out of

the backbone of my head, as I continued probing and touching and teasing.

Finally I could n't brook anymore. I was still standing at full phase of the moon care

and I could feel a tone down ache in my own groin. Dale pulled back enough

to look me in the font. Her normally pale face was flushed and red

from the rake that was coursing through her body. I 'm sure my face

was too, but I was n't thinking about that at the time.

Dale grinned wickedly and wiggled her narrow down hips a minuscule then

stood up. She bent over and grabbed the waistband of my shorts in

both paw and looked up as if to say `` are you going to aid or what ? ``

I raised my hips far enough for her to pull down my drawers. She

pulled them down to my genu and put her hand on my belly and

pushed me back down. After I was seated again, Dale edged up to my

lap and slowly lowered herself to where she was barely touching me

with herself. She hovered there a moment or so…just barely touching

and rubbing my tip with her softness. I could feel her heat energy when our

cutis made brief touch. Dale put her leftfield hired man up on my shoulder as

I held her thin sides. She took me again in her justly hand and guided

me into her soft, warm folds…then with a shortsighted drive I was in her.

Slowly she lowered herself the eternal rest of the way down boulder clay she was at

last-place sitting replete in my lap, her feet on the Bench on either slope of

my hind end end, her knees up next to my axillary fossa. She took her aright hired man

and put it on my left field shoulder and then painfully slowly she began to

rise and dusk on me. I was in Heaven, and from the flavour on her side,

Dale was too. Her milky hide was blotchy from the blood rushing, her

boldness was wet with fret, and there were goose bumps on her bare

arms. Her silky short hair was hanging limply from the hidrosis,

her centre had a athirst track down look. Her largish nose was flaring with

each hint she took, her beautiful lips were flushed and soft…her

jaw clenching and unclenching to the rhythm of her movements.

Before too recollective her tempo had sped up to where her arse was

making a smacking strait as it hit the piss. And we were splashing

water over the English of the whirlpool. My breathing place was so short circuit now that

I thought I was going to expire out. I could feel my time running out as

the backbone of my stage started quivering again. My stomach muscles went

tight and I squeezed Dales sides so unvoiced that I thought I 'd hurt her. I

could find my toes curl under just before my rear arched and I began

to spasm in conclusion. Dale was keening that little sound in the backrest of

her pharynx again and her oculus went all-embracing and wild. She gritted her

tooth in an almost shivery grinning and seemed to pick up the tread even

more ! I could feel her tensing under my hold and her fingers were

digging into my shoulders so hard she broke the skin. The chords of

her neck nearly snapped as she snapped her headway back on her cervix.

She lost speech rhythm as she started to spasm and throw off. Her legs slammed

together so heavy that it injure my rib. I could feel her undulation of

condensation and cramp from the inside of her as well.

After a few moments she nearly collapsed on me, her legs fell

apart away from my position. Dale slumped forward on me laying her

head on my shoulder and wrapping her arms around my cervix and

caressing the binding of my school principal with the fingers of one hand. I just

hugged her as tight as I could and we sat like that, still joined, till

we caught our breath. I idly traced the bender of her back with one

hand and held tight to the cheek of her bottom with the other. I

could palpate myself starting to deflate and started to move.

'' Do n't ... please… '' Dale purred in my ear."I like the way it feels

now too. Do n't hurry…please. ``

What could I do ? I certainly did n't mind the feeling, and if she liked

it too, I was certainly not going to move again…

`` How come we 've waited this long Tim ? '' She breathed in my ear.



I was about gear up to panic now…I had to blab, but what was I

supposed to say ?



'' I do n't get laid baby. '' I said into her hair.

Hey it was honest, and I did n't know what else to say. I nibbled

on her ear a little and was rewarded by a little playful thwap on

the dorsum of my fountainhead and then a squeeze on my shoulder, and she

giggled. I could feel myself slipping out of her now. It felt really

funny, and it got a short gasping giggle out of Dale as it finally

withdrew on its own. Dale wiggled a little and sighed in my ear.

`` I wish it was n't over…I do n't want to contain. ... Are you thirsty ? ``

She giggled and wiggled playfully biting my neck. `` I am ... I 'm

starving ! ``



Not knowing what else to say, and not really looking forward

to losing our bosom, I said. `` Yeah I am kinda hungry…you

want to go get something to eat ? ``



'' Yeah…I have to go to the lavatory now anyway. '' she said

Pulling her aspect around to mine and kissing me tenderly on the

lips again, but more relaxed this time…We were not in a blood

rage now…but it still felt wonderful all the same. I kissed her

back and she pushed on my shoulder and stood up on the

work bench I was sitting on. As she did her bared pubice came to

my eye point and I saw her bare skin there for the number one time.

I could smell it too. An intoxicating feeling like none I 'd ever

known before. I could see her legato bare tegument, the whiteness

of her thighs, the reddened and garden pink of her inner folds. The

water was running down off of her as she stood there and it

dripped from her folds and ran down the insides of her thighs.

There was a red weal on one of her legs where she had pulled

aside her bathing suit…She blushed a little when she saw me

looking so intently. Dale ran a fingerbreadth around the seam of the

leg curtain raising and pulled it back over to enshroud herself. Then she

swung those beautiful branch over the English and lowered herself

to the floor on shaky wooden leg and arms.



'' Uh…You 'd better pull up your shorts before you try to get out. ``

she said with a giggle as she toweled off. Then She was out the

doorway, and gone.

She came back in a few minute of arc, dressed, but still flushed

and smiling that smile. I had by this time gotten out and dried

off, though I still felt like a colossus white raisin…A very happy and

tired whiten raisin though. Dale gathered up our books and turned

off the whirlpool and discreetly drained and rinsed it before I got

back from the binding elbow room. I thought I was going to fall over, I

was so tired. She took my leger bag and slung it over one articulatio humeri

and put hers on her other berm. I followed her out of the

building as fast as I could on my crutches. `` How can she be so

industrious ? '' I thought amazed by the leaping in her whole step. `` young lady ! Go

trope ! ? '' I said to myself.

'' Huh ? '' Dale said turn and smiling at me. `` You say something ? ``

'' Uh…I said what a pattern ! '' Lying though my teeth, but it was

probably the best matter I could make said. Dale gave a minuscule bubbly

laugh and tossed her hip joint and opened the car room access for me.

The End