Support her ass

John somehow managed to restrain his enthusiasm enough to walk calmly over to the damsel in distress rather than launching himself across the room. Standing behind her, he calmly and professionally cupped her two ass cheeks in his hands, squeezing them. They felt wonderful.

Immediately she jumped forward out of his grasp, eyes wide. "Eeek! What was that?!" she demanded.

"Err... I was helping... you know... support for..."

"She asks you to help her exercise and you start groping her??" yelled Ilyana angrily.

"Get out!" growled Kate.

John meekly reclothed himself and assembled his things. This was not turning out to be the night he'd hoped. As he opened the door to leave, it turned even worse. There was Coach Vanessa standing right there in the hall, poised to knock on the door, and now blinking surprisedly at the appearance of John in the girls' room with all his luggage in tow.

"John? What are you doing in here with all your stuff? Don't you have your own room?" she asked suspiciously.

"He's having trouble finding one," tattled Ilyana crossly.

True to Kate's prediction, Vanessa "freaked". She declared in no uncertain terms that the board of education would have her throat if they knew anything remotely like this was taking place under her watchful supervision, and that the only responsible solution was to shuttle John directly back to the airport and onto the next flight home, which is exactly what she did.

Later in life, John often looked back on that night wondering what might have been. Maybe you should rewind the story and find out!

The End