You know that," the AD had pointed out."The entire administration and athletic department have resented me since I arrived, and made certain to let me...know it," Coach Meinert complained. "Now I understand why." But the team is doing so well! No one resents you now! We want you to stay." Then it's too bad you couldn't keep your mouths shut," Rad had said bitterly. "You all chose to tell your wives the whole story. After the hell they gave my wife, there is no way we could stay here."The AD sat. I thought of his late wife.When I sat next to him, he extended his arm, wrapping it around me. He seemed tired. “There, open it up, you’ll see.”Leaning against the skinny, old black man, I opened the album. My mouth dropped. The first photo was of a big, muscular, hunk of a black man, wearing tiny swim shorts. His arm was around a buxom brunette who was smiling ear-to ear.“That’s her and me on our honeymoon. Mmm, couldn’t hardly walk at the end of that trip.”I flipped the page, more pictures of. .. nor a tan line. He turned and looked down at me with a wicked grin. "Heather, if you like tan lines, that's fine, but you can drop that sling shot of yours if you'd like." I stuttered, looked down and stood up, facing the pool. I had expected to tease him and I was the one that was completely flustered. But I was also determined to not be a little girl about this either. So I pushed my bikini over my hips and only bent over as far as I had to in order to get my suit free enough to let. When they finally lost one, Greg actually adored Hunter?s little temperas much as he enjoyed his time with him. By the next match, Hunter waseven more focused on every shot while Greg was less serious, teasing himabout his intensity and joking around with the other team. He seemed moreinterested in cracking jokes with the other couple and getting a littlehand happy, as the other team was a bit lovey dovey, as at the very endGreg and Hunter lost a close match."You serious?" Hunter admonished.