"Thanks, Em," Richard said sarcastically."Did you start in school?" Sandra asked."No, at home. My dad was painting a house and the people were selling...their piano. So he traded some painting work for it. He always wanted to learn, but his family in Italy never got him an instrument. They lived out in the sticks, and didn't have much money." That was nice that he got it for you, then," Sandra said."Yeah. I came home from school one day and there it was. I took to it pretty quickly, and they. I prayed he liked my performance, because I sure as hell didn’t want him to walk away.I whispered, “Please don’t think I’m easy.”I felt a gentle grip on my arm. I froze, knowing he would probably speak. But what would he say? Would he offer me money for cab fare?I looked back at him, and for some reason, I felt in control. His eyes spoke of a satisfied man. His grip revealed his desire. I realized that my body had just made his night. My innocence was all over him. And he definitely didn’t want. This is a means to an end. I started preparing for life after football while I was in college.”“Good for you,” Zack said. “Now, I have a professional question for you.” He laughed. “We’re all from Paradise but I don’t know Matt Sauder at all. What can you tell me about him? He just became my responsibility.”“I have played with three NFL or future NFL quarterbacks between Ed, Jake and Dylan Harris,” I answered. “The ‘Mad Bomber’ is as talented as ANY of the other quarterbacks I’ve played. "Frankie nodded. "Yes. I was dressed in women's clothing when we met." Helen just believes that everyone should make themselves as happy aspossible. She told me she feels you were repressing your true nature andit was her responsibility to help you find your way. Instead of a surgeon,she should have been a psychiatrist." Then, I'd be a lot more sane cross-dresser, wouldn't I?"With tears in their eyes, they hugged and cleaned up the kitchen. Frankieput a roast in the oven and they peeled carrots.