To put it bluntly: Connor was a nerd. The unruly dyed hair and lack of glasses were somewhat atypical of the stereotype, but otherwise he fit quite we...l. He was a lanky and somewhat ungainly boy, an excellent student in every class but gym. Girls never noticed him, and the guys either laughed at him, or tried to force him to do their homework. It wasn't that he liked being alone--he was a red-blooded teenage male, after all--but he didn't seem to have many options. Barring a miracle, he was. ‘She’s my coach. You’ve haven’t got a dress rule for coaches, surely?’ He thought about that a moment. ‘Then you’re a lucky man,’ he said, and burst out laughing. ‘But I’ll bet tenbucks you can’t break a hundred with her in the cart beside you. You’ll crash and burn’ We set off in groups of four players, and I scored indifferently for the first five holes. Nicola was nervous beside me, and I’d become self conscious. While you could never be with Nicola and unaware of her beauty, I hadn’t. The very bottom was a little more un-interesting but there was a small black makeup-bag, I hesitated but picked it up anyway. It was quite light and had a hard backing which didn’t reveal the size or shape of what was inside, I carefully unzipped it so my oversized fingers didn’t break the comparably tiny zipper. Well I wasn’t surprised but I kind of was. There was a small silver vibrator shaped like a bullet, some kind of pleasure balm and a small bottle of lubricant. All in all it was pretty. "Ruthie looked down at the table. She began twirling a spoon."I guess we both have long stories." We all do. 'Long stories' are just a part of life."Both students finished their meals. Mike mentioned that he had to go to work, and Ruthie replied that she had a class. They got up to turn in their trays to the kitchen. They felt very uncomfortable at that moment, partly because of the very strange conversation that they had just experienced, and partly because they were nervous about saying.