" You're a running back, right?" Yeah," Josh told him. "The only thing is, I don't expect I'll play a lot. They brought me up from JVs last year, but ... pretty much was on the bench. They've still got a lot of senior backs, so I don't expect there'll be a lot of room for me this year, either." I keep forgetting you're only a junior," Bud said. "You planning on playing football in college?" Not unless I get an athletic scholarship," Josh replied over the roar of the engine. He hadn't thought it. You're cute, though. Wanna dance?"I knew all too well. Many of my classmates assiduously read 'Classics Illustrated' comics to avoid having to read the actual classics. It was good enough for book reports, sure, but you didn't get any of the flavor of the literature, and no, I didn't especially wanna dance or wanna do anything else with this second-rate impersonation of a human being."You're charming and I'd love to dance, but... injuries sustained falling off the scaffolding while washing. Finally Monica broke the silence, tellingMelissa to get my clothes.I stood there for what seemed like an eternity, just staring at Monicawith her staring back at me. Neither of us said a word. It was reallybeginning to give me the jibblies.Melissa returned with a trash bag thrown over her shoulder. She placedit in the same corner of the room where I had been throwing mine andMonica's clothes for months. After placing it, somewhat delicately, inthe corner, she looked up and asked me if. I drove her back to her house and she asked me if I would like to come in for a coffee. Why not? I had split from my wife a couple of years previously, I couldn't get into much trouble just having a coffee, could I?She sat me down on her big sofa, gave me a soft kiss on the lips and said she wouldn't be long and disappeared out of the room, shutting the door behind her. She was gone for what seemed like a lifetime and I was wondering where the hell she was getting the coffee from. Brazil? .