Waiting to be the last one in the locker room, I knocked on his door. Seeing he was alone inside, I walked in and closed the door behind me. No words ...were spoken, none were needed. He was sitting behind his desk and I walked over to him and he turned his chair to face me. Moving to my knees in front of him, I ran my hands up his big, inner thighs. I thought I would be more nervous, I thought my hands would tremble, but I felt comfortable in my role, comfortable and purposeful. Coach slid down. It was about four months ago when I realized the woman who occupied my thoughts was you. The only other woman I have loved. I didn’t dare reach out to you. I thought I would just make a fool of myself, so when your message appeared it was like a lifeline to a happier time.” Paul lowered his head, eyes looking at the table. Joan reached across and took his hand. Their eyes met, all four full of tears. The food arrived. It seemed such an interruption, so unwanted now. But they ate, and while they. Getting noticed by Ms. Hardwick was a dream but introductions inside a lift might give entirely the wrong impression. Amy was a nervous wreck in lifts. They scared the crap out of her. Especially when going down. As the crack between the doors zipped up tight, she reached for the polished steel hand rail and curled her fingers around it. Wait for it… there was a slight jolt then the shiny metal box plummeted at an alarmingly rapid rate. Feeling distinctly nauseous, Amy held on tightly. At. Going to become, I shouldn't get ahead of myself.There was an extra hop in my stride as I made my way down the stairs, calling out again to the cat. "Hey, kitty, I'm coming now, breakfast time! And isn't it a great day!" And I hit the bottom of the stairs and rounded the corner—Into a horror movie.The first thing I saw was the towels spread out on the table. And more towels strewn about on the floor, stiff with what I knew had to be dried blood. And in the middle of the table itself, mostly.