. Sighed. “They want me on the team.” Another sigh. “I’m flattered. Really. Feel privileged.”Cindy spoke for all of us. “Proud of you, Dan...a. That’s quite a mark.”“I understand that,” she said. “But it’s not who I am. Soccer’s fun, the way we play here. I do not want the stress of trying to play at that level – precision, intensity...”“Somebody at the engineering department told me that they’d be relieved if you’d terrorize the athletic department for a while,” Nikki grinned.“Ain’t happening. I. ’ Lydia watched Alan sitting and looking at the long envelope overprinted the official emblem and name of the country’s Marine Department. Why was her action man looking so nervous? He moved and slit open the envelope. Alan then sat back. Lydia waited and wondered if he thought the envelope was packed with a party drug powder. Or had he lost the right to permanently use a 62-foot boat in the sounds? Her next thought was they should be hard at work on the refit. Not wishing to be caught in. I repacked the bottles with the punch. I had seventy eight 8 oz bottle of the drink and about an ounce left in the water jug. I packed the bottles back into the cases from wince they came.Half way through the repackaging process camera crew came over. The filmed me more than half naked packing the shine. For them to film I added a baseball type cap, with a John Deere tractor logo on it. I also wore the over sized mirrored sunglasses. When I finished with the packaging, I thought Jeff had a hard. Normally, I wouldn't have associated with my roommate and would have preferred the quiet solitude of the library but the thought of strangers touching my things had been too much, so I volunteered to man the keg. This way, I could keep an eye on my stuff and get free beer. Black leather combat boots appeared on the floor before me, a change from all the tennis shoes, sandals, and flip-flops I had been seeing. My eyes followed the boots up to a black and green plaid kilt, up to an ancient black.