Alana held me tight until her legs found solid ground. After some awkward pushing and pulling, she was finally erect again.“Close one,” I breathed...as we stepped out of the water.“Dude, close one? For you, maybe!” She looked down at her drenched body in amusement. “I mean, look at me!”Since she asked, I regarded her clinging clothes, finding it hard to look away.“I’m wet too. But at least your shoes are dry,” I observed.“True, we should be grateful for that, except that they’re going to get wet. No one's called him Paul in two years. Even the screws call him Prof. He's not here now, he went in to work this morning. He should be back soon like." That's all right, thank you for keeping me entertained. Would you like to tell me more about him? Why did young Steve seem afraid of him?" Afraid of the Prof? Nae body's afraid of The Prof. We just respect him. You can have respect without fear, he taught me that." So what does he do to make you respect him?" Anything he can, pet. You've noticed. "Electrical engineering degree at sixteen? Wow, that and the achievements of the others girls you mention is certainly very impressive! Now I think I might know what Franz means when he said we might fit in with your group, more specifically Amy. But Dan, without giving you the long version, I have to say that Amy's achievements are all the more remarkable if you know a little about her background." This girl didn't start living what might be deemed a normal life until just after her. They trotted off the field, her teammates razzing her, all of them shoving one another. Another top twenty team bites the dust she smiled to herself. She reached her bag and grabbed her towel, wiping her face and neck and then remembered that Evie was here. She looked up into the stands and didn't see her in the bleachers anymore. Well, it was a long game. She pulled her bag over her shoulder and took out her phone. No text. She felt disappointment, putting it back in her bag and started to.