I bet you didn't get as good an offer as that from your regular literary agent."She gave me a humourless grin. "Does the same thing go when I give you...the script or does that mean you just take your turn then?" That's not very kind," I said, though I'd been thinking she look a whole lot cuter with the skirt up around her waist and the sweater up around her neck. But that's what working for Clegg does — it tends to change the way you look at girls. "There will be other projects," I said. "Maybe. " OK. I tell him if I see him," Chip answered."See you later," I said."You too," Chip answered. I started for the locker room with my friends. Chip called to me when I was half way off the field. "Go to Penn State. You belong there." I waved to him as I walked off the field.Ed, Jeremy, Hal and I walked in the locker room as Coach Caffrey was asking for quiet. He asked, "Coach Baer, are all the players off the field?"Justin answered, "These are the last ones." He pointed at us.Coach Caffrey. "It's none of my business, and I'm not judging you for anything," David quickly said, the sight of her shame prompting him to say something."Thanks," Katrina said. "I guess you did see it, huh?" She folded the lid of the box closed and added, "If Greg took after you, things might have been different." As much as I hate to say it, you're probably better off. I've made a lot of mistakes with him." He makes his own mistakes," Katrina argued. Her sad expression changed as she looked up from the box. So anyways I was also in the same age where the body insists on sex more than feeling. So time passed and I agreed to her proposal. She was happy.We meet in some other street and enjoyed a small kiss and hug. Later when I was alone at home I called her landline. She didn’t have a mobile. I told her I will meet you near our regular place. She came and I had gone there in my dad’s car. She sat in the front seat.We both went in my car to a silent road where there are fewer people around. I asked.