Dave entered the bus after the late girl’s basketball game at Waynesboro. He found a seat near the front, close to the coaches and prepared to nap on the ride back to the quad. With getting back to the university around midnight, he would not be done with figuring out the statistics until two or three in the morning. So he wanted to take advantage of the opportunity to sleep when he could.
The girls filed onto the bus and when Kim went past, he noticed that she gave him a strange look that he could not identify. Well, that could wait, he thought. He would ask her about it at the next game. After everyone had settled down, the trip home began.
Shortly after the bus began to move, Kim called toward the front of the bus, “Dave, we want to see you about some statistics.”
“Yeah, we want you to come back here,” her close friend Diane added.
“Oh, all right,” Dave replied sullenly and got the stat books together and headed back to where the girls were. He found Kim and Diane seated together about three seats from the back.
When he prepared to sit across the aisle from them, Diane said, “No, Dave, sit between us,” and moved into the aisle to allow him to sit down. He slid onto the seat and she squeezed in beside him.
He started to open the stat book and asked, “Well girls, what stats did you want to discuss?” “No, not those, silly,” Diane laughed as she took the books from his hand and placed them on the seat across the aisle. He looked bewildered and queried, “Then what ones do you mean?”
“We meant some performance statistics of yours,” Kim quietly answered, sliding her hand up along his leg to his crotch.
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