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Riley's leg shook subtly as he watched the jocks shuffle about the basketball court. The sharp and incessant squeaks of their sneakers against the freshly waxed floor only agitated his growing need to relieve himself. He glanced over at Alex, who had been waiting alongside him for the jocks to finish their game, so that he and Alex could play one on one. Riley leaned his back against the cold stone of the University's gym wall and tried to relax himself and distract his mind from his filling bladder.
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I was out shopping about a year ago in an area where there were many small stores extending a couple of miles along a city street. They were all in their mid twenties. One girl, a blue eyed, blonde who was probably the hottest of the four, was wearing tight, faded blue jeans and a short, white tee-shirt that showed off her totally flat stomach.
I had known of Griselda since she had joined our company two years ago, without ever really talking to her. Quite tall, slim, ash-blonde, great legs, about thirty, she was one of the more attractive girls in our company. Last summer we had been to a seminar in town, and as one does, we were having a drink afterwards. Griselda, who was drinking pints of lager, had her usual crowd of admirers, so I was surprised, when, after talking on her mobile, she came and asked me if I would accompany her home on the underground.