He put his hands on her waist and pulled her against him, feeling her soft breasts against his chest. She put her arms around his neck, and they stood...kissing together for several minutes.Sam moved his hands to Katarina's breasts, feeling them lightly through her blouse. Katarina let him touch her, continuing to kiss him, but otherwise gave little reaction. After a bit, she pulled back."Here," she said, smiling slightly. She began unbuttoning her blouse in a businesslike fashion, carefully. The garage is all yours. Wedding plans take care of themselves. Chocolate is just another snack. You can never be pregnant. You can wear a white T-shirt to a water park. You can wear NO shirt to a water park.Car mechanics tell you the truth. The world is your urinal. You never have to drive to another gas station restroom because this one is just too icky. You don’t have to stop and think of which way to turn a nut on a bolt. Same work, more pay. Wrinkles add character. Wedding dress $5,000.. Her hand was slapped down, and then again a second time when she again tried to take the book from the Patrol officer’s grasp.“Fuck off,” he growled.“Don’t swear in here. This is a no swearing house.”He just ignored her. “Not here.” He threw the book back at her and stormed out. It was just as well that the patrol officer didn’t know that this particular book was a con. It was maintained daily as if it was real, but every name in it was fake. It was there for this very purpose, of putting off. I sauntered into the dressing room as the last boy left, teasing me about being a “slowpoke.”I went to the door of Coach Bill’s office and peeked in. He was sitting at his desk looking at a magazine of some kind. When he became aware that someone was at the door he quickly closed the magazine and stuffed it into a drawer. He told me to come in, and when I did, he once more had me stand in front of him, asking me if I’d like to see what he was looking at. I said I would, and he opened the drawer.