Anders pulled me aside as practice was finishing up. He wanted to introduce me to some of the team members. I immediately recognized one member of the...four "old-timers" watching our warm-ups – Kerry Collins. I had seen him playing on TV for most of my life. Anders introduced me to Kerry, Ki-Jana Carter, Kyle Brady and Bobby Engram. The four greeted us warmly."So you're the next guy to pass me on the career reception list," Bobby teased."Oh, I doubt that, sir," I said politely. That drew a. For a few moments, there was silence. But then the old man spoke. "Josh Evans. It is time for your ancestral gift. Your great, great grandfather had mastered the power of the mind. Mostly, the ability to make anyone do whatever he wanted. I was that man's son. Another of your ancestors. I am here to grant you the complete power of the mind. To be able to do anything just with a thought, including making anyone do whatever you want. This gift has now been passed to you, Josh. Use it however you. What can I bring?" Just yourself, and a good appetite. We're planning a big picnic feed for the four of us."Ken briskly combed the heavy pelt, fluffing around the scruff of its neck, down the sides of both cheeks and the jaw, then between the ears and eyes. He'd already set the ear formers in place, glued inside the delicate skin. He had opened each ear, removed its cartilage and very gently scraped the interior lining. This one detail, forming and shaping the ears, was an essential part of. And then I think. Sometimes it’s the guy I had a huge thing for in high school. Sometimes it’s my ex, he was great at head (I taught him everything he knows). But often times, I like teachers. Something about a guy that reads a lot just gets me going. I picture him drinking coffee with scruff and a dress shirt. He’s got a book in his hands and glasses on his nose. He’s hot because he’s intelligent. He’s older than me but not enough that we don’t share experiences. That’s when my hands start.