But he smiled a lot, so I guess he wasn't dragged forcefully into the arena. The puck hadn't even been dropped, she already seemed really excited. I d...dn't know if there was anything special about that game, but there was definitely something special for me. She just sat tight, on the edge of her seat, and grabbed the seat with her hands on each side of her thighs, while leaning forward a little. I leaned back and took her in. She was petite, but didn't look fragile. Her back was curving. Then I told her that Jerry had identified Suzanne Jones as the best available student and that she would be coming to Sydney frequently to work with me. Then I told her that, because of budget difficulties I wanted her to stay with us when she was in Sydney. Are you two lovers, Bill? The horrified look on my face must have answered her question for her, because she burst out laughing. Its all right, Bill. Ive been thinking for some time that you should find yourself a lover. Ive even tried to. "How did you meet your husband?" he asked.She looked at him and closed her eyes.She laughed softly. "I knew him in high school, but he wasn't the type of boy I would ever date. Not me. Me, Miss popular, I had a different boyfriend every week, I was into partying and teasing and if the boy was real nice, a special favor. He was this nerdy bookworm, chess club, astronomy club, he wore glasses, like you. He was beneath my contempt, he was just one of those kids, I really didn't think about. Until. I almost missed the gateway on the left hand side. "In here," said Harry. "Over there," he waved, "into the barn." I drove in through the open doors and stopped the van. "Come and look at what we caught," said Harry, getting out. He was more relaxed now, but he still had his hand on the butt of the pistol in his waistband as he pulled open the van's doors.He needn't have worried. Our captive — well I felt I'd helped a bit — was lying, face down, on the floor of the van. I climbed in. Harry had.