Really wanted to. Suddenly she had a blazing headache behind her eyes, but she caught a glimpse of a man reading an electronic book. He was youngish �...�� twenties or early thirties perhaps – in a blue shirt, open at the collar. She could even tell the color of his hair – sandy – and his eyes – medium blue. He looked up just when her ‘vision’ of him coalesced, then looked back at his e-book. She blinked in surprise, and her vision returned to normal: the light blue car some hundreds of feet away.. "Tate! Sims! You're up."I stood, and picked my helmet. Robbie was waiting for me just over the sideline. I put on my helmet and we walked toward the fifty-yard line. Normally we jogged out, but I held her back and we walked.Mr. Metzger, an old friend, was the chief referee. "Gentlemen, and ladies," he added with a nod to Robbie. "Shake hands."Robbie started to step forward and extend her hand, but I knocked it down. "No." No?" the referees and other captains echoed."Your team's a joke," I told. I told her, but sometimes, in some people, it registers but for others, they don't get it, they never get it.Giving without expectations is the secret to love; if it's not one hundred percent all of the time, it's nothing. Anything less than giving everything to your love is, quite frankly, nothing, void of worth. True love means giving everything. I see it as if both people in a real life, true love relationships have to be wired to give without expectations.Hold up a minute. This may be the. I continued to rub her back and I tried to be as soothing as I could.I said, "I could tell you were really shook-up. When she told you about what happened, did it scare you?"My little sister replied, "I'm not sure, a little bit - I think. What upset me was that Elizabeth just seemed SO turned-on..."It was strange to realize that her nervousness was all about listening to her friend explain about anal intercourse. But I could tell that Crissy needed to keep talking, and I encouraged her to tell.