Sunday came, and Katy made her way separately to the football. Tony had wanted to get there early, and Katy did not want to spend her time standing around having little to look at. When she arrived, the game was in full swing. The weather was beautiful, and Katy was delighted to see that Tony's team were all playing with their shirts off. Eleven fit men in their twenties, running round a pitch, glistening in sweat. It was like some erotic dream. Tony looked over and Katy waved. He gave a broad grin and then went back to chasing the ball. Katy spent the next ten minutes deciding which of these wonderful men she would not kick out of bed, until the half time whistle went. Most the players went to the changing rooms, but Tony sauntered up to Katy. |