Football. Soccer.No matter what it was called, it meant the same thing to me: no sex.We'd been married for a year, together for three, so I'd never ex...erienced the World Cup during our time as a couple. I'd heard about it and knew it was a big soccer match; or football match if you lived outside the US.It was May thirtieth when he casually remarked, much as if he was discussing the weather and not his number one, recently rekindled obsession, "Oh, I forgot to tell you, the World Cup starts. ”“That was uncharacteristically generous,” I told him.He explained that he was using his uniform budget to give the summer job kids to pay through the week.The first men to wear the new uniforms returned with a stack of stuff to be dispatched today, at a premium.“Damn, I’m not the only one that likes the new uniforms. That is the entire inbox for the law firm down the block to go over to the courthouse ASAP, and they have a pile waiting there to pick up, too,” he told the boss as he did the. ..”Joey concluded, “You’re thinking about giving them a second chance.”“I guess. That’s if they’ll even see me to give me a second chance.”“I don’t think that’ll be too much of a problem. Three of them are upstairs with Suz.”“Now who’s setting me up!” I groaned before throwing a pillow in his face.“Hey!” he said, returning fire with the same pillow. “I’m just the love slave following orders. Suz is the mastermind behind this setup. But if it makes you feel any better, I don’t think they know. Priya is a tomboy totally a loud mouth and sporty and Hamida a subtle girl with lots of grace and poise , creative but introvert. It was a miracle that they agreed to sit next to each other being poles apart. Well, in reality it was their home teacher’s decision. The first few months were wasted in tolerating each other. In mid term they decided to atleast start a conversation. Slowly they grew out to be good friends.Priya was a basketball player and was in her college’s girls team. All she.