She pulled on a matching halter top, then sat down on the rug. His breathing quickened: She was going to exercise!

He watched avidly as she began doing sit ups, then turned onto her stomach to do some pushups. She got up then and moved to the TV, turning on the VCR to some Aerobics junk. He was in seventh heaven as she began bouncing and moving to the music.

Then she moved a few feet over and disappeared from view. He cursed silently, hoping she'd move back. His view of her room wasn't as total as he'd like. Her bed blocked out fully half the room, and of course, he couldn't see what went on in her bed from this angle.

He glared at the mirror, thinking of some way to solve this problem. He'd long considered drilling a hole in the wall that separated their rooms, but couldn't figure how to conceal it.

His eyes flicked upward to the ceiling. Maybe if he drilled a small one through from the attic, she wouldn't notice it. Nobody ever looked up at the roof anyway. If it was clean and neat, maybe in a corner. He'd have to look into that.

He parked the car in his normal spot, waving to a couple of guys passing by. As quarterback, not to mention, a senior, he had certain privileges, one of which was to park his car in a reserved space every day.

He went in through the gym entrance, and made his way down to the locker room.

"Hey man." Mark grinned.

"Hi."

"How ya doin'?" John called.

"Okay."

"How you and that little sophomore do the other night?" he asked Mark. Mark grinned, and leered at him.

"Tasty little morsel, man. You got to get a piece of that."

"Yeah, well, I'm after Meghan Donnely."

"That the one with the humongous knockers?" He nodded.

"You shoulda stayed with Susan. How can you beat regular pussy every night?"

"I got bored with her."

"Fuck me. He got bored." John said in disgust.

"You fuck her." Jeff offered.