We make our way down, finding the room with ease. It is a large room, with a sea of tables and chairs. A large dance floor in the centre and a DJ boot... in the far right corner. One of the hosts escorts us to our table, where, we happen to be sitting together. Fate, we both agree, and giggle. I’m guessing they are all either members or more hosts. It is still a bit early for the clients. Each table holds ten chairs to a table, three members per seven clients. Edward, Jane and I are all seated. I want this to happen for real, not in my head. I notice it's almost 9, and I seem to remember she listed 11 as her latest time.I turn off the movie, and load Eros back up, and find Vanessa. I hesitantly look at her pics again, then find her number. Mind you, I'm now running around my freaking apartment, nude, looking for my phone that I thought I tossed over by the computer."Damn, where's my fucking phone!", I tear around a little more, and then move the keyboard."There you are.", and grab it,. She froze instantly turning her head slightly only to be staring at me with the eyes of a seductress. "Yes?", she said in a slightly deep and melliflous tone. Dumb struck by her very reply I stammered in my mind to collectively put a simple statement together, then cleared my throught and spoke in my deep, but sincere voice " I am sorry miss, but" I cleared my thoat before continuing " You are the most amazingly stunning and beautiful woman I have ever seen". She raised her eye brow slightly. They clean up the stadium—they clean up the locker rooms—they wash our uniforms—they help the art people in getting the banners up every Friday. They help putting our war paint on our faces. In short—they worship us, like no other group. But—the biggest thing I want to point out--is this right here” Reaching under the bleacher that was right in front of me, I pull out the helmet, and hold it high in the air. As the crowd slowly starts yet another uproar, I shout, “And these are the b o y s that.