Pov With Marcello Bravo

“Uncle Joe, can you please take this off for a bit…I’m all chafed and sore” she pleaded, “come with me sweetie, lets have a look” I said and took her hand, leading her into my office. I organised them in a large semi-circle around the field, having them rotate one place every ten pitches. “Sets of what”? I took a tube of salve out of the first aid cabinet, placed it on the desk then began unlocking her, top and bottom, and put it on my desk, lifting her to stand on the desk, I drew her feet apart. ‘Bingo’ I thought to myself, found them! The younger girl squealed and folded, rummaging hastily for her sports clothes in her bag, Miss black hair would’ve done the same but for Miss ‘Queen’ grasping her elbow and holding her. Before I knew it, time was up and we headed back into the gym, the girls mounting the benches for a de-brief. “Oh my, you really are a bit chafed” I exclaimed and squeezed a good dollop of salve onto my fingers and began rubbing it gently around the top