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50% Hotter Than Frances
The day before my big interview at **** University was not a good one. Even though I'm the four-year varsity football starting quarterback at my west Texas High School, and being recruited by 3 Big Ten schools, that morning my cheerleader girlfriend dumped me. I've no idea why, because I've been fairly faithful these last weeks. I just keep telling myself, I'm a 6 foot 4 hunk and I'm being recruited by 3 Big Ten schools and she may be hot but everyone says I'm even hotter.
After she dumped me I got drunk and don't remember too much in the way of details. So when I walked into the interview next morning, I was expecting it to go bad. Not that it mattered. But Coach told me to act like it did.
The minute I entered the room, though, I felt better. The admissions person was young, and at least 50% hotter than Frances, my ex-girlfriend, probably almost as hot as me. She had great interviewing skills too, because pretty soon she made me comfortable enough to explain why I was so down. She said it was clear that my ex-girlfriend was crazy. I don't know why but suddenly I was asking her if she was seeing anyone. She said it would be inappropriate for her to answer that question, even if she was. I said, "Well, I don't want to get you into trouble." She says, "I'll bet you don't," in this husky voice that made me crazy.
At the end of the interview she casually brushed her hand against my ass and said, "If you have any more questions, you know where to find me." I'd been leaning toward **** all along, but the interview kind of finalized my decision.
After she dumped me I got drunk and don't remember too much in the way of details. So when I walked into the interview next morning, I was expecting it to go bad. Not that it mattered. But Coach told me to act like it did.
The minute I entered the room, though, I felt better. The admissions person was young, and at least 50% hotter than Frances, my ex-girlfriend, probably almost as hot as me. She had great interviewing skills too, because pretty soon she made me comfortable enough to explain why I was so down. She said it was clear that my ex-girlfriend was crazy. I don't know why but suddenly I was asking her if she was seeing anyone. She said it would be inappropriate for her to answer that question, even if she was. I said, "Well, I don't want to get you into trouble." She says, "I'll bet you don't," in this husky voice that made me crazy.
At the end of the interview she casually brushed her hand against my ass and said, "If you have any more questions, you know where to find me." I'd been leaning toward **** all along, but the interview kind of finalized my decision.
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