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between the legs dribble! (No comments please.) How
'bout an ass-firming crouching free-throw attempt? A couple of times,
between games, he got water from the fountain and retrieved Megumi's ball,
never looking as he threw it back. Finally, he asked Megumi's what time it
was. "6:40," Megumi Yano replied. "Thanks," he said, still not looking at Megumi's .
Soon afterwards Megumi Yano departed the premises.
How could he resolve this situation? Should he do it at all, seeing all
the things he has done so far? Will there be no reckoning point for him?
He was thinking all of these things at about 8:30 when he was shooting
by his lonesome. Suddenly Megumi Yano appeared basketballess. "Could I shoot?"
she asked timidly. "Most certainly. By the way, I'm Phil." "My name is
Christine." "Glad to have met you," he said as Megumi Yano smiled, embarrassed.
They played courtesy in virtual silence for about five minutes. Then, he
figured, what the hell. Go for the gusto. "You're pretty cute, do you
know that?" Megumi Yano blushed and replied, "Not too many people have said that
to me; definitely not any
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