The sheets pulled off of the other body and piled on top of the boy’s legs. “Nick,” the girl said, pleading, “Stop stealing the covers. Especi...lly when you wake me up screaming. Its not fair.” A face peeked out over the edge of the bed at him. She was a beautiful girl at sixteen. She had dark brown hair and brown eyes. Her skin was smooth and cream colored. Her smile was radiant and gentle. She stared calmly down at her seventeen year old boyfriend. He was tall and thin. He was well muscled,. His voice was a bit deep, a bit gruff and it kinda did things to my stomach. Gazza had fucked off somewhere like he did and I was on my own. Why not? I thought, I’m not married to Gazza. So I said “G’day” back.“Beaut day, huh?”“Yeah.”“You from round here?”“Nah. The city. A flat in Carlton.” For some reason I didn’t mention my ‘flatmate’.“Yeah I live in the city, mostly. You down just for the day, mate?”“Weekend.”“Is there anythin’ on tonight? Ya know, like a party?”“Usually somethin’. We’ll ask. ’ ‘At least?’ She smiled at me. There was still a timidness there that was so endearing, but at the same time, I saw the triumph in her eyes. Angler 1, Fish 0. I basked silently in her smile for a moment before turning to grab some coffee cups. I had everything else already set out. I pressed the plunger on the French press, capturing the grounds at the bottom of the carafe, and then poured her a steaming cup. She wrapped both hands around the mug, held it to her perky nose, and inhaled. All three totally ignored me.There were quite a few people milling around on the way to the squash courts and I got a little more confident when none of them stared at me.Ryan was waiting for me outside one of the squash courts; one that had a glass back so that people walking by or sitting on the seats could watch the play.I sarcastically thanked Ryan for getting us a court with a glass back as we entered.Ryan worked me hard and had me running around quite a lot. Those damn golf balls didn’t.