Why? Well because I make his life at work a misery, basically, with the way I treat him. Gerald HATES me.Giggle.I caught him ogling me one day, a whil...e ago, when I was in a fairly wicked mood, and I decided to have some fun. I got up and strolled over to his desk, stood there smiling down at him."Question for you, Gerald," I announced in a voice loud enough for the other guys to hear."Whhat's that, Amber?" he stuttered."Why are you staring at me? Do you fancy me or something?"Silly question. I'm sure they wouldn't mind if I changed into it when I was there and walked around a bit just to get the feel of it, but I'd have to reassure them that I hadn't organized to have a boyfriend over or anything, I decided to tell them the truth about mom and dad's reaction and how I didn't think I'd ever get to wear it out anywhere.So, when I arrived at their house at 6pm on the Friday, and Francine had talked me through where everything was that I might need for young Jamie, I confided in her. “So man I got to ask, what is Wilma like,” Isaac asks Stuart quietly.“Man it was different, get permission and try if you want but I don’t have a lot of words for what we did,” Stuart replies and I smile, he’s getting his head in the game.We’re back on the road and with Isaac driving I’m quietly working over some contacts on my phone, I need a good front for phase two but with Stuart and some luck we’ll be finishing phase one right now. With our new ‘friend’ Henry in the hospital getting in to. I even got a chance to carry the ball. The play was supposed to go between the Center our Right Guard but at the last minute I changed the play. "We're coming right at you Bertram the Third," I yelled, looking directly at Russell who was playing defensive end. I knew he hated to be reminded that his name was derived from two generations before him. He glared at me. Mr. Borden blew his whistle but not before the ball was snapped and I was plowing into Russell's chest. He tackled me hard before I.