How are you? I've been worried about you. Maybe you should come home while you heal up." "I'm fine, Mom. Really, I'm fine. I promise." Ryan stared at ...he ceiling. "The insurance is covering it. I can come off the crutches this week, and they'll give me a soft cast for a week or so." "I called you last night but you didn't answer. Were you all right?" "I was fine. I was with the band last night. I didn't hear my phone and when I checked messages it was too late to call back." Mentally, Ryan. They were two tired, lonely people who had talked and laughed together who had each been immediately comfortable with the other. They seemed drawn to each other out of a common need. During their telephone conversations they had laughed and joked and shared and teased together and had found themselves attuned to the other. They shared their professional failures and frustrations and each had gloried in the successes of the other. Whenever he received one of her calls he would lean back, put his. Eventually we won the final bowl in our state. I was about 5 feet and 5 inches, blond hair and green/brown eyes, I was very muscular with 6 pack, biceps, beautiful legs, and face; to be a linebacker you had to be all of these. I was a team captain and I led the team in our rallies before game. We then went onto the Pigskin bowl in Los Vegas (look it up on yahoo if you don’t believe me!). This was the ultimate bowl you could get to and kids from around the country would come. You and your. After dinner we were all in one room with our all friends while taking some soft drinks. I noticed Ashis was paying more attention to my wife than I was comfortable with her. Even flirting with Sarita and dancing with her more than with his own wife, and they seemed to dance over the far side of the floor, past the crush of bodies swaying and writhing to the music, where I couldn’t see them. While talking always his hand would rest just above her knee on the inside of her thigh. Sarita seemed.