I have to say Master Jake, I feel that you are also; you kept your identity from master Juno as long as you did. The thing is Master Jake, master Juno...has changed greatly of late." Jake was nodding he had noticed the changes; Juno was a lot kinder and more patient. Jake shook his head the ruthlessness that Juno had for business though, Jake felt, he'd never lose that. Going back into the bedroom he saw that everyone was still asleep, sighing Jake knew they needed it especially with the coming. “Not necessarily,” Coach’s point,” if we nailed our corner kicks. It’s all about using the boundaries.”But there’s more to boundaries than just the field, and Barb and I were careful to respect them.To be sure, the elements were in place for boundary crossings. Separated coach. Divorced assistant. The excitement of a game. Goal! The coaches hug more and more, even when there’s not one.Sometimes when Barb was coming straight from work and nobody but the team was around, she’d just pull off her. "I'll take you home now." I'm not like this," she said to the window."Like what?" Alex blurted, immediately regretting it. He rushed to cover his faux pas. "This ... confident?"There was enough light inside that they could see each other's reflections in the glass; she gave his a stern look. "You mean this easy?"Her eyes broke off first, returning to the vague horizon.He knew he'd made it worse by forcing her to articulate it."I'm sorry I brought you up here," he managed.Her eyes locked back on. That statement naturally caused me to get a little heated. It was then I suggested that rather than make a bet based on money, we still make a bet, but do it a different way. I suggested the loser has to do whatever the winner wants for the rest of the night, no matter what it is, the loser has to do it. They all looked at each other, then back to me, and agreed to the terms of the bet. I myself was feeling a bit cocky since the team I was cheering for was already winning. It got to be.