“Just go ahead,” replied the customs clerk.“Excuse?”“Just go, andelle, move.”And the customs clerk waved him through.New York would be unl...ike any other city. Already he had seen the diversity, many different faces: brown, black, yellow, and white, some in perpetual motion, some waiting impatiently, like a busy Meccan intersection. Indians, Japanese, Africans, and Swedes roamed in distinct packs, waiting for loved ones by a barrier of shabby metal gates. He wondered how so much plurality could. ‘Bryce,’ she whispered, ‘We’re at school. What if someone sees…’ ‘Just give me this moment, let me hold you, Dianna. We can go back to being teachers in a minute, right now let me be your man.’ Bryce whispered. Dianna pressed her face into his chest and inhaled his scent. His essence comforted her, then, she lay her head on his chest reveling in the feel of him. Soon there was a light knock at her door. They separated and opened it to find Mrs. Towers standing on the other side. ‘Well,’ she. " Doug's voicealways sounded so aggressive."Noo," I whispered, trying to find him amongst the faces, pleading withmy eyes."Ya fuckin heard me girl, or do ya want me to put ya over my knees againright here?" he paused waiting to see my horrified reaction. "Ya'd likethat wouldn't ya boys?" There was a loud chorus of crude agreement. "Nowgive im a big kiss girl, an tell im thank you, nicely."His words rolled over me, sending quivers of confused drunken emotionsthrough me. I could see him rolling. "At the next practices Jake was no longer what he was before. Players he was stronger than could push him around now. He not only lost his starting job but never got in games. He quit the team."How did your interview with Jake Lambert go?" David asked his friend and coworker at the school's student newspaper."It's so sad," said Emma. "One day he's a starting player, the next day he's doesn't have the energy to be a towel boy. His doctor checked him and says there's nothing wrong with him. His.