He stopped and stared at the coffee table that sat in front of the Chesterfield."Miss Caldwell," he called out and waited until she popped her head ro...nd the kitchen door."Yes Sir?"Grey pointed at a large glass vase on the table that was filled with a riotous arrangement of wild spring flowers.More puzzled than annoyed at the unexpected intruder into his inner sanctum of order, he asked "What is that doing there?"Donna's look followed his finger to the colourful monstrosity, "Oh," she said. Yes I was jealous, but I was the good guy who facilitated my own torture. Or was it my own stupid fault for not asking her out months ago?*****She had only been gone an hour or so when my biker chick fantasy arrived back at my door.Answering the doorbell, I stood there looking puzzled at my leather-clad dream. Kristen still looked stunning, but the exuberance she showed when she last stood on that spot was gone and there were a few tell-tale signs around her eyes that she’d been crying.Without. The next day was a bit difficult especially for Jo, there was an atmosphere that you couldn’t describe, but was just there. Linda bustled around making breakfast for us all as though nothing had gone on the night before. “Okay, what are your plans today Jo?” she asked. “I don’t know, I thought that you would have something in mind,” she replied. “Well, Alan’s got some jobs to do, so I thought we could go and have a sauna and massage, something to get us nice and relaxed for tonight’s fun,”. On the practice field all that chaos and confusion of new high schools, integration and racial strife became only secondary distractions to the players. Their minds were focused on one thing and one thing only and that was that tall, ice cold bottle of Coca Cola ™ the coaches provided at the end of every practice. Maybe it was the heat addling their minds, or that they were just too hot and tired, or maybe it was the Coke ™ commercials and that song, ‘I’d like to teach the world to sing in.