”Coach said, “So do I, Civia. Back to the subject at hand. The entire rationale behind both ball movement on offense and attackers moving without ...the ball is to create chances, either through mismatches, locally overloading the defense, or creating space, particularly space behind the defense. Having that space, no matter where it is, within reason, is the critical point, a point that I’ll come back to shortly.“When the offense has numerical superiority, creating chances is easier as, by. Why?" I asked once again, alluding to their relationship."Oh yeah, the nitty-gritty part," May said smiling at me though I saw an unexpected warmth in her eyes as she obviously recalled that period of time when things obviously happened between them. "Very well ... but don't say I didn't warn you," May said pushing the plate of cookies towards me once again. Automatically I took one, it seemed easier to hear what she was saying while munching on a cookie for some reason."It didn't happen. He sat behind her, his legs on either side of her and held her close, protectively. She sighed, peaceful and relaxed against him. Holding her tightly, he whispered, ‘Just in case of a wild wave.’ It made her smile and she placed her hands over his, content. The drive had taken nearly three hours and it was already after seven pm. The wind was whipping the trees and had turned cooler but their body heat kept them both warm. ‘It’s green flash weather,’ she mentioned absently. ‘It is?’ he asked.. " suddenly she stopped, "This feels like a date Wes. Is it?"I very somberly said, "It's whatever you wish it to be Mia..." she nodded, "Ok it's a date then... I feel better now."I said, "You weren't comfortable before?" She shook her head, "No I felt like a slut."I laughed softly, "you certainly didn't look like one Mia... you looked like a lovely woman who knew what she wanted."She smiled and said softly, "thank you Wes... you're nothing like the rumors say you are." I grinned, "Really? How.