”“Yes, Dad, I know. Thanks!”“What day?”“The 30th, I guess. It’s a Friday. OK if I invite Melanie and Kellie from my lunch table plus Deb...ie, Debbie, and Donna?”“Sure. How many is that in total?”“About 14 if everyone shows up.”“OK. No more than that.”“Thanks again, Dad.”I’d tell the team tomorrow. I could tell Melanie since we had our tutoring session on Wednesday.The team loved the idea. They knew we had an indoor pool and a pool table. After school, I walked up to the High School to meet. He feared the napkin would fall at any moment."You might want to keep him under control Sam, no telling who might be watching," she said with a grin using her eyes to point to his lap.The server arrived with their dinner. She looked at him a little longer than one would expect. She peeked into his lap as she placed his plate on the table. He was sure he'd heard her make a knowing sound. His heart again began to race.When she returned with the wine, she stood next to him. He could feel her eyes. "I just...just had to try, I love you and..." Amy, I'm your teacher," she said softly."No, no you're not. Not anymore." Well...no," she paused for a moment. "Is this why you're dressed so differently today?" Yeah," I admitted, still feeling incredibly foolish. "I thought that you might...like girls. I saw you once, kissing another woman, so I thought that if I looked nice you might...and now that I'm not a student anymore..." My voice trailed off, I was babbling and what was left of my dignity. My guess is that they placed several of these teams in likely locations where they thought our landing ships might come down and that the law of averages simply allowed this particular guess to be a correct one. This group of terrorists engaged some of our marines as they were on patrol around the northern perimeter of the landing zone. My information is that several marines were wounded during the exchange. I have just ordered a shuttle down to the surface to evacuate them. Our troops right.