But, as you may have noticed, Peter was about 130 miles away. Last season he was just as far but Lisa was around. This season, no Peter, no Lisa and t...day no Beth even. Just me and my ability to control myself.Did I mention the 'high'? Playing football got me high. It was the rush — not drugs; even I'm not that stupid — the adrenaline, the endorphins, the hormones, that kind of shit. Sometimes, by like half-time, I can barely see or hear and I can't feel pain. I can play — that's the only thing. Idly, she wondered where he had gone and what he intended for her. She didn’t wait too long. Only after a few minutes, he returned with some leaves in his mouth and a hand full of a fruit that she did not recognise.Her landed next to her and chewed the leaves while passing her the fruit. Jane peeled the dry skin and revealed a milky white flesh concealed inside. It tasted unbelievably wonderful, refreshing and thirst quenching while giving her a rush of adrenalin similar to the heady rush. The first time you played it back on your world I would have laughed my lug nuts off if I could have. I didn't dare play it again while we were out on the Interstate or I would have lost it for sure. I know too many Cadillacs that are exactly like that."I had to agree with her on that point — all parts of it. A good sense of humor is the sexiest thing you can find in a new friend.The next morning she drove me back down the hill to meet the town.Now you might want to ask, just what kind of. Come on in and have a seat.Me: Thanks. It’s a nice place you have.He: Thanks. You are looking gorgeous. So much better than your pics. (Winked)Me: You too. What do you do for a living?He: I work but I like to leave work at work.Me: I do that too.So we talked like this just normal flirting between strangers to make it real. Asked about work, likes dislikes, personal life, obviously we did had a little fun teasing each other during that.He: I don’t remember if I mentioned it before, but are you.