I glance at my watch. Only ten minutes more. I head over and hand the completed form to a receptionist behind a glass window, and she smiles politely ...t me as she takes it. She looks around thirty or so, with warm dark brown eyes and medium long hair to match. "Doctor Templin should be done soon. Just have a seat, okay?" she says. Even her voice is kind, and I'm not sure if she's being sweet because she sees the distress written all over my face. I nod and head back to where I was sitting. I'm. The fewthat did want to talk were only interested in my telephone number. Afterabout fifteen minutes I was about to leave when a private message popped upon my screen.'Interesting photo. Is it you?'I looked at the name - 'Hercules.' Hmmm...he was clearly going to bedisappointed by the truth so I decided to lie.'Yes Sir.''You're very pretty slut. Tell me about yourself.'That was all the excuse I needed. For the next 30 minutes I chatted withHercules. It was only later I realised I had told him. “You don’t get to ignore US. You are NOTHING” Candy looked directly at him and glared. “Little prick!” The last line set Michael off. That was what Meredith called him. That was what Dana called him, among other things. His father wasn’t here to protect Candy like he did the girls at Michael’s house. He felt the anger he had held down so long in his gut boil up and over. “Bitch.” The word came out cold and steeled. He failed to notice Rose walking down the hall towards her friends. Candy. "We went into Coach's office and I moved some stuff off a chair in front of the metal desk and sat down. He sat down on his side of the desk in a swivel chair with cracked vinyl upholstery."What's up, Hill?" Coach, I'm thinking of quitting the team." You're what?!" He shot forward as he said this, leaning on the desk on both elbows. "Do you have any idea what that would do to the team?" Coach, I know how much I mean to the team and I hate to do it, but I need to get a job where I can make some.