The girls had walked around me gently, until I walked in to the kitchen smiling, and asked them to fix some sandwiches for a picnic. We took the meal,... some water, a bottle of wine, and went down to look at our pond, now completely full. Now we could dangle our toes in the water while we sat on the dock. We spread out the quilts we'd brought, ate, touched, drank the wine, touched more, talked a little, until we decided to let our bodies talk. Sated, we lay back, a girl under each arm."We're. “Don’t move,” he said softly, and I stood still, swaying slightly. I didn’t feel quite steady, and almost toppled over when I felt his hand on my foot, slipping off my left shoe. I steadied myself on his arm while he removed the other. The carpet felt warm and soft under my bare feet. I wriggled my toes. Then my mouth went dry as I felt his hand at my back, taking hold of the zipper of my plain black dress. Slowly he pulled it down all the way, one long smooth movement as far as the curve of. “I did, but we split up,” she said. “He was not into the political stuff.”I nodded my head in agreement to indicate that I understood.“Neither am I,” I said politely, “but for someone like you, I’d be into anything you’re into.”Lisa blushed about four shades of red. She took a long sip of her latte. The momentary lull in our conversation heightened my curiosity.“So, you’re currently single and unattached,” I noted.“Yes,” she replied demurely. The change in her disposition from being bubbly and. I changed my look after that first day of practice—having spent the night at 'the spot', and later picking up some cowboy boots, mostly ditching the jock/sk8tr boy look. The next day I shaved the mohawk—fuck, I was the last one still sporting one. It troubled me to think of what Mark Mattox had said, that it was all about me. I certainly didn't mean that. For me it was always the team. Or, at least that's what I kept telling myself. I guess the cowboy look was so typical for Texas, it went.