chronicle_tenko
LR's Lovable Idiot
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This thread is closed for SallytheScorpion, Aususgirl13, and myself.
So life in Kelowna was nice. It was incredibly warm for most of the year, things were cheap, it had a beach, and some of the most impressive natural scenery the world had to offer. Now of course he could be talking about, the Okanagan lake, as one could see that from just outside the rink. Or the Okanagan valley, and mountain range, just a short drive away. But in this case he was talking about the woman in the second row. Sitting next to the penalty box. It would be easy to say something about the mountains, but easily he was taring at the massive set of breasts she was toting. Her dress wasn't doing the greatest job of keeping them in either, and from the temperature of the hockey rink it was pretty obvious, she wasn't wearing a bra either. Likewise the like could have easily been mistaken for piercing blue eyes. They were so livid and so out of place against her darker skin. He wondered where she was from.
the puck ended up on his stick and he prepared to shoot. unleashing a massive slapshot with all the power that comes from being six foot nine, and carrying a piece of lumber as big as most other men. *BOOM* there was a cannon crack of his stick hitting the ice, and a slapshot skittered off the ice. At 102 mph, it took brief flight found a clear line, and almost before he finished the backswing there was a red siren flashing, signaling he'd scored. His wonderful scenery was jumping up and down now, breasts bouncing in her shirt like kittens chasing each other under a silk blanket. Now he wanted to score in another way. This game was pretty much dead, there was a period left, but the Rockets were up 8-0 after 30 minutes. The other 30:00 likely weren't going to be anything too special.
Then his opportunity came. Cross check. After the goal, against the boards. He knew it was coming, knew the kid was stupid, but a 7 minute power play? that would bury any hopes this team had, Not too mention, that no one would take any notice if he sat the rest of this game out. He went down, got back up, clutched his side, and sat in his own box a moment. He knew the doc, knew he could get some time off for this. And he also knew that he could get that busty little rink rocker in the med room.
He slipped a piece of paper over the glass of the penalty-box for her to read. It had instructions and a little pass to get her past security and into the players bench room. The game would be stopped for a bit as he left the ice and also to hear if he was returning, he wouldn't be but that wouldn't matter. If all was going to according to plan he'd have his dick between those boobs by the third period.
Alan Vigelnault smiled at his luck. This was turning into the best game ever.
So life in Kelowna was nice. It was incredibly warm for most of the year, things were cheap, it had a beach, and some of the most impressive natural scenery the world had to offer. Now of course he could be talking about, the Okanagan lake, as one could see that from just outside the rink. Or the Okanagan valley, and mountain range, just a short drive away. But in this case he was talking about the woman in the second row. Sitting next to the penalty box. It would be easy to say something about the mountains, but easily he was taring at the massive set of breasts she was toting. Her dress wasn't doing the greatest job of keeping them in either, and from the temperature of the hockey rink it was pretty obvious, she wasn't wearing a bra either. Likewise the like could have easily been mistaken for piercing blue eyes. They were so livid and so out of place against her darker skin. He wondered where she was from.
the puck ended up on his stick and he prepared to shoot. unleashing a massive slapshot with all the power that comes from being six foot nine, and carrying a piece of lumber as big as most other men. *BOOM* there was a cannon crack of his stick hitting the ice, and a slapshot skittered off the ice. At 102 mph, it took brief flight found a clear line, and almost before he finished the backswing there was a red siren flashing, signaling he'd scored. His wonderful scenery was jumping up and down now, breasts bouncing in her shirt like kittens chasing each other under a silk blanket. Now he wanted to score in another way. This game was pretty much dead, there was a period left, but the Rockets were up 8-0 after 30 minutes. The other 30:00 likely weren't going to be anything too special.
Then his opportunity came. Cross check. After the goal, against the boards. He knew it was coming, knew the kid was stupid, but a 7 minute power play? that would bury any hopes this team had, Not too mention, that no one would take any notice if he sat the rest of this game out. He went down, got back up, clutched his side, and sat in his own box a moment. He knew the doc, knew he could get some time off for this. And he also knew that he could get that busty little rink rocker in the med room.
He slipped a piece of paper over the glass of the penalty-box for her to read. It had instructions and a little pass to get her past security and into the players bench room. The game would be stopped for a bit as he left the ice and also to hear if he was returning, he wouldn't be but that wouldn't matter. If all was going to according to plan he'd have his dick between those boobs by the third period.
Alan Vigelnault smiled at his luck. This was turning into the best game ever.