"Rolling off him, Diana hissed in a breath.Jeff stared at her knee. "You didn't just skin that knee; look at it. You must have whacked it pretty hard.... What happened? What did you do?" I guess I was in a hurry coming down the steps," she understated. "I must have hit the knee when I landed." Landed?" he questioned, frowning."Yeah, I, uh, guess I kind of jumped." Shit. You jumped?" he hissed out."Yeah, I guess." We need Little One, right?" Melissa said."Yeah, she's in her drawer."Suddenly, there. But something that took place the following spring could betraced back to a chance meeting at that party. We were seated at a roundtable of six for dinner, three couples with all the women next to eachother, and naturally we 'girls' got totally immersed in our own chit-chat, which was super-fun for me to be part of, even though I felt likean outsider, and the guys went on about typical male stuff like sports -not the usual sports talk involving football or baseball statistics mindyou, but. ’ ‘Thanks. It felt good, but I could feel my throat getting tight on that last number.’ ‘It didn’t show.’ ‘I’m not usually so throaty singing that one,’ she said, with a grin. ‘It sounded good. Have we a table?’ ‘We have. Max, he’s the manager, reserved us one.’ ‘Great. Have you eaten?’ ‘No. You?’ ‘Not yet. Want something here?’ ‘Yes, please. I liked the look of that steak sandwich you had last night, but I think I’ll get the smaller one, with some salad.’ We ordered, ordered drinks, and. . Eric Johnson!" We all applauded as Eric moved up to join Molly, a huge and bright smile lighting up his face. They stepped down, Molly's arm tucked in his elbow, to take the first dance as Homecoming Royalty, and the DJ cued up a cassette recording of our school's orchestra playing our school song. It was corny, and it was completely memorable. Soon, the rest of the King's and Queen's Courts followed suit. By the second song, the rest of the kids at the dance joined us, and the ceremonial.