I picked up my club and turned to help my friend. He was OK. With only one man to fight, he was holding his own, so I looked for more pressing needs f...r my assistance.However, I did turn in time to see an attacker leaping at me with a knife in his hand aimed at my belly. My reflexes are honed to defeat that kind of attack, so I swept the knife aside with my tomahawk shaft and hit the attacker in the head with my club. That was enough to crack his skull, so I now had four enemies down, and I was. Mr. Neville took off his glasses and started absent-mindedly wiping the lenses on his tie."Despite the circumstances," he began, "I've still got to think about the team and how to salvage this season. I've lost my top two players, and I have to make some fast changes." He paused to collect his thoughts, and put his glasses back on. He looked hard at Eric and me."You two have been in my thoughts lately. Eric, your speed on the field is exceptional, and we're going to need speed. But your ball. The black guy smiled and replied, “A little head and I want to fuck your ass.”“I don’t do anal. My girlfriend here does are you interested?”The black man took a good look at me as now the car window framed both Jane and my face. I moved around the car to the drive side window leaning down and making sure my ass was visible through the front windshield. He told me to stand up and move closer as he wanted to feel my pussy. Now I was scared having no idea what his reaction would be when he. "What you do to me is amazing, but there's not a real future for us as a married couple, is there?" Her matter of fact way of stating her problem with our future was refreshing.I realized then, that I was the transition guy in her life. I'd be the one who she used to heal from her marriage and go on to her real love, healed and whole.The realization made me sad but also gave me the freedom to really enjoy our time together, without worrying about next month, or next year, or ten years from now..