Brock had expected to be met by news crews and reporters but no one could have predicted the number of people waiting outside the field for the team t... debark.“You’re right behind me,” Coach Jefferson told Brock. “I wouldn’t speak to the reporters but if you see someone you want to say hi to, go ahead.”Brock looked up grimly.“I’ve got nothing to say to these people,” he replied.Brock followed Coach Jefferson through the gauntlet, eyes forward, face expressionless.He saw familiar faces on the. Hot. Sticky. Sue dabbed the back of her hand to her brow as she pulled on her running shoes. The heat had instilled an uneasiness, a feeling that wouldn't go away no matter how hard she tried to distract herself. Picking up an easy pace, she makes her way along the narrow track leading toward Central Park.A rainbow still filled the sky with its vivid colors, the summer shower had been brief, but the illusory arch still remained. Her mind was anywhere but on the trail as she stumbled over a lump. He taught math differently from most teachers, and his method flowed much more smoothly than anyone else's. Immediately, a lot of the girls dropped the class when they found he was all about his subject, and we got along very well together because I was actually interesting in the subject too.I started to stay after class to get some extra help on a few points that were bugging me, as I had always needed a little extra help to get by on new subjects. It went on like this for about a semester. Thanks slut," he threw down at me, I closed my legs and let them walk away. Shit I did it again, my ability to pick a bastard was unerring. My knickers were nowhere to be found, shit and double shit, the bastards must have taken them too. I made myself presentable and went back inside to find my friend Shirley."How was it?" she asked."Fucking awful," I said, trying to smile, "you think by now I would have learned." Fucking bastards," she sympathise, "here turn around, you've got grass on the.