He would never forget her saying "He looks just darling, don'tyou think? He will wear it home." And so he did, though not without the further e...barrassment ofstopping for tea at a local restaurant frequented by his mother, wherehe was introduced to the mysteries of the powder room. He had beensitting at the table with growing discomfort. The three glasses ofwater his mother had him drink did not diminish it either. Inretrospect he realized that she had intended this all along. He. He didn’t want to go home but he sure as hell didn’t want to be near the field. The coach’s office he had been stuck in for the past several hours was bare, except for a filing cabinet and an old television screen. The cramped quarters made his thoughts undeniably clear. He was losing the one thing that was most important in his life. For nothing. Grabbing his jacket from the coat rack behind his door, he thrust his arms through and reached into the pocket for his phone. It was an automatic. He paid for our tab and helped me to his car, he lifted me up and put me in and off we were, I didn’t know what was going on or where we were going. We arrived at what I believed to be was his house, I couldn’t really move very well or speak at this point, so he helped me out of the car and into his house. I was trying my best to see where I was or what was happening, the next thing I know I’m naked, tied to his bed frame with a gage in my mouth. I was so loopy at this point, I couldn’t help. We even began camping out and only going home for food and supplies.One day when Mike and I were putting some finishing touches on our lookout post in the top of the tree, we saw Billy running toward us. Wiser, his German Sheppard, nearly tripped him up twice as he ran. He had a bag of some kind in his hand. We climbed down and met him at the base of the tree. He ran up huffing and puffing with a big grin on his face. My dog Bud, a Rottweiler, cut Wiser off and the two shot off into the bushes.