I was the third string quarterback. I never played a snap in any game my entire four years there. But, I wore the uniform and worked out hard in the g...m to make sure I looked good in it. For that, I got the status afforded to all of the guys on the team. I got the respect that all of the members of the team got and I even got a cheerleader girlfriend. I got all of those things, not because I was a great athlete, but because I looked like I was.I ran into a problem in college when, at a. She smiled at us and removed her t-shirt. And boy, those were the longest 10 seconds of my life as she lifted it to reveal her milky white body. I was frozen and just kept staring at her boobs which are by far the shapeliest ones I have seen. No model, no film actress can stand in comparison. Sometimes it’s not the size, the proportion has to be correct and she had just that. She looked at me, while I could not move a bit. She just smiled and patted at my thighs and asked, “what happened?” I. That day, I walked off the work site, after telling my immediate supervisor, an old black dude named Farley, what Fergus had done. What do you think Farley said? The loser made excuses for Fergus bad behavior, and told me not to make a fuss about it. I called Farley a coward, then walked away. I left everything there, and caught the bus leaving the university campus. It was eleven seventeen in the evening, and I was scheduled to leave the school around seven in the morning, along with the rest. The alcohol soothed the vast, awkward silence between them and crumbled the guarded walls both had until conversation flowed. Topics came up and dismissed the previous until finally, business was at hand. ‘You know, that really was a creative concept you had.’ Frank tipped his glass in Susan’s direction with a thoughtful smile. ‘From what I saw, it was a well-outlined strategy. I apologize I dismissed it so quickly at the meeting.’ ‘Thanks. And I’m sorry for my behavior too.’ Susan laughed.