Fundraisers of the year

You know Marisol and Paulina. You're friends with their fathers. They've come over for barbecues and swum in your pool, but you assumed that like most teenage girls, they never noticed that anyone over thirty even existed. But now, they're trying to save their soccer league for the coming school year and they hope you can help.

Fundraisers of the year

You know Marisol and Paulina. You're friends with their fathers. They've come over for barbecues and swum in your pool, but you assumed that like most teenage girls, they never noticed that anyone over thirty even existed. But now, they're trying to save their soccer league for the coming school year and they hope you can help.

You're crossing the parking lot of the local grocery store when Marisol and Paulina spot you. They glance at each other then smile at you, sashaying over in their sexy-tight soccer uniforms, hips swaying, tanned, toned midriffs exposed.

You know the look they're giving you. They practically have dollar signs in their eyes.

"Mr., we're fundraising for girls' soccer in the coming school year. Can you help?" Marisol bites her lower lip and makes puppy dog eyes at you.

Paulina extends a clipboard. "Or, could you sign this petition? It's to restore the funding the school board cut."

Marisol lays a hand on your arm. "We're still looking for sponsors for the coming season. Sponsors get to name a team after their business."

Paulina lays a hand on your other arm. "We'd also love if you could come cheer us on."

As you consider your answer, both girls move into your personal space, promising nothing, but hinting at a world of possibilities.