Rachel stood under the hot spray, luxuriating in being warm again. She pondered offering Jordan the shower, but realized he had nothing to change into..., so it wouldn't make much difference. Unbidden, an image of him in her shower sprang to her mind. He looked trim and healthy. Did he work out? Were there lean defined muscles under that suit? Or was his shape more the result of tailoring that exercising? What would he look like in the shower? She realized she was getting aroused. Her last. Life was good.Mr. Reed had decided that I couldn't go cold turkey without football, and if I wasn't going to play, I should talk. He practically ordered me into the announcer's booth. We'd had a dozen announcers the last couple years, none of them very good. The problem was, for the most part, the world is divided into jocks and geeks. The geeks can talk good, but don't understand sports, especially football. They may know rules, but they don't feel the game. The jocks know the game, but can't. In half-a-minute flat, I'd lugged out the clamp and the chain, and secured it firmly behind that front wheel. Then I pasted the notice on the windscreen. 'DO NOT ATTEMPT TO MOVE THIS VEHICLE.'Not legal these days, of course. But I can always spot the ones who don't know their rights.Only a few minutes later, she was back, carrying a couple of coats from the dry cleaners, in an awkward, slippery plastic bundle, which she was obviously longing to dump in the back of the car.Now she stopped. Her taut midsection proved she exercised a lot. Her white tank top was so thin that a dark-colored bra showed through. The bra was doing its best to hold in a pair of very large breasts. Her raven hair fell across her shoulders, accenting her deep brown eyes and perfectly sculpted nose.“Hi there, I ah...just wanted to introduce myself. I’m Jacob, I’m watching over my parents’ house this weekend,” he stammered.She flashed him a warm smile as she sized him up. Oh my, he’s cute, her inner self.