Are you OK?" I asked?She sniffed and wiped her eyes and laughed a little - "I'm so sorry - I've never cried like that before. I don't know what happ...ned there. Well, actually, I think I do - you should feel honoured - that was the first time I've ever had a man make me come. I thought it was never going to happen. Christ, I am totally fucked - fetch me some water!"We refreshed ourselves a little and microwaved up a now-cold slice of pizza. Not classy, but justified in the circumstances,. The Patriots were the key to my discovery. They brought in a high school coach from Arkansas whose team has won seven state championships in the past fifteen years, including the last four. He basically says that risk-averse football is all wrong, and he has the stats to back it up.“His premise is that turnovers, not field position, win games,” Coach Stevens said.I looked over at Coach Hope to see his reaction. His whole coaching philosophy when he came here was one of good defense and field. She couldn't say he was on drugs, but she could describe the symptoms of drug usage.By the time I got to the restaurant it was almost two. I knew she went to work at six in the morning, and got off at two most days. I hoped she hadn't left already, because while I was willing to see her at work, I wasn't going to her house. She had made it clear I wasn't welcome there any more.I walked in and looked around. She was sitting at a table, sorting coins and bills - going through her tips. I walked. Then he realized the stupidity of his thought.Regan Riley, only daughter of a billionaire investor, a girl worth millions in her own right, did not perform sex acts on the only son of a single mother who lived in a tiny, two bedroom apartment in one of the poorer neighborhoods in West Hempfield."Well, if you ever get stuck in a alone in a strange city with no money and no friends, look me up," Andy said lightly. "You know I'll look out for you." You'll be my first call," Regan promised. "Thanks.