"Not sure."I walked to the end of the bleachers, all the way to the top, over to the middle and started back down again."You don't look happy," I said...as I came up behind her."Huh?" She'd been staring at the field, which, since practice had ended fifteen minutes ago, meant she was staring into space."I figure you have to be a spy for the Timberwolves." What?" She looked over her shoulder at me."The Timberwolves. You're scouting us." Why would I do that?" Well you don't go to school here. Why. ' Five pages, TYPED, meant five pages after the cover page and the synopsis. The ability to throw a football fifty yards meant you either passed the simple 101 class or lost your scholarship."Why would I waste valuable party hours studying? I'll just bully someone to do the work for me," might have worked as a Senior in high school but the kids who might condescend to tutor charged money to HELP you write a paper ... party money.Eventually, the idiots dropped out, went home, and went to work. She sat upon a fallen tree trunk, and he walked over to her, moving slowly and lowered his great head to her lap. She stroked his neck and behind his ears and cooed to him, then began to sing, for it seemed appropriate.Her elven voice rose into the trees overhead and filled the clearing. A breeze picked up and made the boughs dance with her words and she smiled up at the scuttling clouds overhead. In the smoothest soprano, she lifted her voice higher and the unicorn simply listened, twitching. "Not to talk shit about the penis - I can't wait to havemine back - but wait until you get a completely random hard-on. Seehow much fun that is!" Speaking of which - isn't that Mike Piazza?"Jake followed Maria's gaze. "Looks like." Wow, he's even sexier in person. I mean, wow!" Well, let's go get you an autograph." There's a plan!" Maria stood, saw Jake's eyes bug, looked down, andretook her seat. "But let's wait a few minutes."----------Maria knew that they were damn lucky to get home in.