We're going to eat with the team."Coach Paterno led us down the street to a building marked Pollock Commons. We went upstairs to a cafeteria room. The... front end of the room was set up for cafeteria style food service. The trays were filled with food. Half the seats at the tables were filled already. The line straggled away from the end of the serving area as players waited their turn for lunch. Coach Paterno had us join the end of the line.The player at the end of the line looked like he wasn't. Mike shook his head and said, “You are ahead in the polls by thirty-three points. You’re going to lose California and New York no matter what. The Peace At Any Price crowds are thick as thieves there. The rest of the country is a little smarter than that.”“You’re forgetting that I won’t be elected by popular vote. I have to win the vote in the Electoral College. Losing New York, Florida, and California is not an option. Even if I only lose each of those states by one vote, it will make my win. " He grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch and pulled it over us. He wrapped his arms around me. I snuggled closer to him. He was warm, even though he was only wearing basketball shorts and a t-shirt. He put one of his hands on my hip and another under my waste. I could feel his body move as he breathed. It was very soothing. I felt Chase's hand move slightly down my leg, then back up again. He rested it on my waist. "So your 16 right, Leah?" Chase asked me. "Yeah. How old are you?". Amongst the mostly young staff, there were a few somewhat older managers of departments, a sprinkling of slightly stouter and greyer gentlemen a bit more conservatively dressed and a few women, perhaps in their late 30s or 40s, stylishly but, again, a bit more conservatively dressed, all mixing freely and easily with their colleagues and the more junior staff of their own departments. One of those was Ms Petrakis, an obviously sophisticated woman in her mid-40s, sexy but very professional, a.