”“Okay. I’m beat, so I’m going to bed. I’ll see you at the game tomorrow.”October 2, 2017Dear Ms. Diary, The game was not as difficult as ... had been thinking it would be, but we certainly did not run away with it. Our game plan of ball control worked well at keeping the ball off the feet of their left wing. We got to the half with a scoreless tie, although we had had a few good looks. Rhee had, uncharacteristically, butched a rocket high over the goal, a butch for which she berated herself for. He asked several trivial questions of Miss Greer ... all the time wondering why such a superb woman was still a Miss; divorced?, lesbian? ... or simply the owner of males at random? Either way, she was an exciting prospect who’d have no interest in his personal behaviour ... or so he thought. He showed her the office she’d occupy in recruitment, and she grinned with smug approval on seeing it was across the way from his office, out of his earshot, and a window would let her know when he was in. Of course his reaction wasn’t apparent to me in my naivete. “No Coach, but I guess I’ve got to work on that this week, eh?” I replied still smiling at what I’d thought was nothing but a joke. I looked up at him, forgetting about the power of those blue eyes. “I think that I figured out that I ...” our eyes had locked together across two feet of chlorine-saturated, hot, humid air and I felt head swoon in almost exactly the same way it had when I’d had my first orgasm thinking about him. I felt. An endangered species right on my boat.”She gives me a good smack on my shoulder, “Cut-it-out.”She said, “So what can you do.”“Excuse me? Me! What can I do?”“Well, you’ve known him the longest, you talk to him?”“First, tell me about Jan. This should be interesting, considering her mother.”“Hey! Not fair. You were gone on business and I was horny. We were talking over coffee one morning and the next thing I know, I’m in bed with her. you can’t complain. You got more than one threesome out of.