The last play of the day: me getting sacked. Talk about ending on a high note. The sky was blue. I stared at it, wondering if this was the end. There... were some people leaning over me, and the view was spoiled. Painfully, I sat up and gasped. “Good stuff, Late.” Brett gave me a smug look, and walked away. Edie was there, looking very worried. The coach looked worried. Everybody looked worried. It wasn’t like me to get thrown down like that. I focused my eyes on the other players. How had Brett. He allowed a slight darkening tospread through his hair, to further the impression that he waschanging."Yes. But what will he look like? Sheana couldn't give a good image ofhim. He could be this one for all we know. Let's hope shall we?" Thetwo women giggled at the private joke and stared back at Peter. Hebeamed back at them."I'm afraid that I am not feeling so well. I believe I shall retire tomy suite."The women nodded at each other and allowed Peter to leave. As soon ashe left their sight, he. It was Deborah touching me.........It was her fingers and hands Iimagined bringing me to an ecstatic climax.Then I soaked and dreamed about what the future might hold now I wasfinally untangling myself from all that had happened to me.Towelling off, I realized that I hadn't even thought of the scar whenI had been touching myself. I looked at myself in the mirror, andcaught my breath. For a moment, just a second, I couldn't breathe. Butit was a fantastic feeling. Even though the scar was there,. "I didn't know how she found out she was a bitch to me, but I knew I was into bitches now. "I have a crush on a bitch," I told myself."So you never had a boyfriend since your divorce?" No, I had no time, and I needed time to get over them and restore my self-confidence." I understand that. You've been doing well." You know why I like you?" Jennifer asked after a pause, looking down at her hands again.My mouth dropped open. "Are you kidding?" I asked carefully. "You hate me." Both." Jennifer.