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    Dan remained silent
looking down, still mortified.
    “I know its difficult
for you to understand right now, but excessive pride can sometimes be a
hindrance in life, and that if you’re to be a success in any aspect of your
life, not just on the sporting field, you’re going to have to accept a certain
degree of authority.”
    Dan nodded and,
encouraged, Miss Burnett went on to tell him a few more home truths. As his
anger waned, Dan opened up a little, even muttering one or two apologies of his
own for his behaviour at the college. Finally someone was getting through to
him. He left on good terms with Miss Burnett and despite it being the most
excruciatingly, embarrassing experience of his young life, he’d look back on
the past fortnight, in later, wiser years, with a certain fondness. He’d shake
his head and chuckle at the memory of Miss Burnett and that minx, Haley, and
indeed the young buck he once was.
    That night, however,
he was anything but wistful. At dinner he was quiet and morose. When his phone
buzzed he expected it to be a teammate updating him on how the game had gone.
He almost spat out his food when he saw his nude, hard, self, staring back at
him. It was the picture from the gymnasium, tagged with the message:
    ‘Think this belongs to
u stiffy. Oh by the way nice show Big Boy!!! lol Haley xxx.’
    Dan quickly put his
phone away, muttered some excuse for not finishing dinner and retreated to his
room, slamming the door behind him. There he collapsed on the bed, put his face
in his pillow and exhaled deeply.
    Unsurprisingly that
night Dan was unable to sleep. As he tossed and turned the day’s events were
still running through his mind. Thoughts of his unfortunate accident, images of
it, and the girls who’d seen it, replayed like a film in slow motion, time after
time. That smug self-satisfied look Haley had given him wouldn’t shift. When
Dan looked down he saw his sheets had ballooned tent like, his penis resuming
its earlier, uncontrollable stiffness. He lay back in bed, held his hands to
his face and shook his head. It was going to be a long night, in more ways than
one.

 
 

Four
of a Kind
*****

 
    Mike chalked the tip of the pool cue, “you got this,” his
buddy Chris was telling him. He looked across at the two Austrian girls they
were playing. Both of them were bubbly, blonde, young and sexy. He smiled at
them. All he had to do was pocket the eight ball and the game was theirs. He
bent down, coolly drew back the cue, and wham, down it went.
    “Good game ladies,” he
said, smugly picking up the cash from the table.
    “Nice shot, you play very
good,” replied busty Annika, in her cheerful native accent.
    “Here.” Mike handed
her the cash. “We really couldn’t take your money.”
    “And a gentleman
also,” said long limbed Joanna, her friend.
    “Yep, that's us.”
    Mike looked across at
Chris with a knowing smile. The two men had been shamelessly and, not so
gentlemanly, ogling their opponent’s assets throughout much of the game. There
was a time when they’d have taken advantage of a situation like this. Instead
they said their goodbyes to the girls and returned to their seats, glimpsing
their reflections briefly in the mirror behind the bar as they did so.
    They were both tall
good looking guys in their mid thirties. Never had much trouble attracting the
opposite sex that was for sure. Mike had a rugged, handsome face, short dark,
curly hair. Chris on the other hand, had more angular pointy features. His fair
hair was tousled and a smattering of stubble covered his strong jaw line.
    It was evening, the third
day of their holiday. They’d nipped out for some beers, while girlfriends
Jennifer and Louise rested after a long day of skiing. The quartet had rented a
cabin at the swish, alpine ski resort. They were the work hard, play hard
types, who liked being active and in the outdoors. Although the women weren’t
averse to a little pampering, something