"Wait! You can't leave me like this, Debbie!" She walked back, and held my arm. "They're alright, just don't letMichael have any sugar. Otherwi...se, they're good kids. You won't haveany problems." She checked her watch. "Anyway, I gotta go help caterat six, so I gotta go." She patted my arm. "You'll do fine. I'll beback at twelve thirty to pick you up, okay?"***17:34 1 Mar The kids didn't seem real interested in causing any fuss, so I satdown on the couch to read the. Miranda paraded me around at work, flaunting me in front of her ex every chance she got and played with my trombone over and over again. A few days later, I had just finished fucking Miranda in her dressing room, which had become a daily routine, when she said, "I am going to buy our airline tickets tomorrow. You are still good with coming?" I replied with sexual innuendo, "I love coming with you." "Oh you dirty boy," she teased. Throwing an idea out there, I asked, "What do you think of having. I'm nothing special to look at, I'm 5'-8" tall and weigh 147 pounds. Yeah, I know, a little chubby in places. Mom insists that I will grow out of that in a couple of years, but it's a real pain right now. I don't even show on most girls' radar screens. I've never been laid and have no immediate prospects. Oh, well, Mom says that the girls will notice me in a couple of years, but, shit, what do I do now?I have the dark brown hair and brown eyes of the typical nerd. Yeah, my IQ is somewhere. Everybody is excited. Opening the door of my locker, I pick up my helmet first, and look under it. Sure nuff—there it was, that hand drawn diamond. A pencil drawing, that was there at every game day since freshman year. Arced over the top, “Go go Diamond Dillon” Still, no clue. “Are you praying to it Dillon”? Asked a voice behind me. I turn around, and it's Jackson, my center. We hadn't spoke much since the night of opening day. Maybe he had guilt feelings for partying down with Parker and me,.