The Study Table

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I had to do it.

After all, she was my mother. Or is my mother.

She just didn't understand and couldn't or wouldn't think of changing. I knew that eventually, I could make her understand... or maybe not.

"Ella is anxious for you to move back in," she said, certainly not smiling. "Her gain in my loss," she said with a shrug."

"Mom, come on. Be fair. I have two more years, and then I'll probably be home."

"Hopefully, in those two years, you'll find a man -- "

" -- get married, and give me a grandbaby," I interrupted. I'd heard that, in one form or another, for years.

"I can have my dreams, Paige."

I just wished her dreams weren't diametrically opposed to mine.

"I promise to come home more often." I could do that, but I'd miss some good study time. Plus, the athletic department wanted to pay me to be a tutor at the athletic study table.

Extra money was attractive and very compelling.

"Don't be silly," she said, surprising me. "Just call when you can."

That one dug at me a little, but I deflected it as I'd grown used to doing.

"Talk to Guy, my older brother, and he can get you set up with a smartphone so we can FaceTime."

"Is that where the faces are on the screen?"

"Right."

"I'll see."

That meant she wouldn't do it.

I'd have to talk with Guy about setting that up for Mom.

The day finally arrived, and I kissed my mother goodbye and headed for Aunt Ella's.

"Your room's ready, Honey.

"Thanks, Aunt Ella. I appreciate what you do."

"I enjoy having you here."

I enjoyed being there, too, although sometimes I wondered if living in a dorm would have been more fun.

I'd never know.

I had scholastic scholarships that covered my tuition and only left me with fees to pay. Sporadic summer work had so far covered them.

Free-living with Aunt Ella made college possible.

I was scheduled for a meeting with the other study table tutors and the member of the athletic department who was in charge of the table.

I decided the study table wasn't his favorite enterprise.

"Thanks all of you for helping out. The schedule is on the bulletin board outside my office. Checks will be available after noon on Friday at my office. One word of caution. You guys are exceptionally intelligent. The people you're tutoring probably aren't. Be patient."

He looked at each of the eight of us in turn.

"Any questions?"

Hearing no questions, he bolted out the door, obviously anxious to get back to recruiting an offensive tackle or some other equally important task.

"Who's doing women, and who's doing men?" one of the tutors asked.

Despite the confusion, I determined the men's group was three guys and me. The women's group was just the opposite. Football had its own table, and the women's athletic teams had notoriously high GPAs, so being assigned to their table often allowed the tutors to get in some studying of their own.

Not so for Paige.

After a few minutes of getting to know the other tutors in my group, I headed to the bulletin board to check my schedule.

I copied the first two week's times into my notebook and was ready to head to the student union for some coffee when I heard a voice behind me.

"Paige, how lucky can I be?"

"Oh, hi Jerry.

Jerry had seen me play basketball in high school and had somehow felt some sort of attachment to me. We'd actually had a date last year when I'd relented and said yes hoping that might deter his romantic intentions. But apparently, it hadn't.

"You're looking good after a summer of vacationing. "

It had been a summer of working, but whatever.

"How was your summer, Jerry?"

"Lots of time at the lake cabin," he said with a big smile.

I knew the "lake cabin" was over four thousand square feet, hardly a cabin, but the family had plenty of money, and they often liked to act as though they didn't.

"What are you doing over here?" he continued. "Are you going to try out for basketball?"

That made me laugh. "Not a chance. I've signed up to be a tutor at the non-football study table."

"That's perfect, Paige. Using that super brain to help dumb jocks, huh?"

Jerry was relentless.

"It's a little extra money to help me get through."

"That's right, you get paid for that, don't you?"

"It's meager, but it helps." I was sure that Jerry had no concept of what being short of money was like. "What are you doing here?"

His turn to laugh. "Just cutting through the building on the way to the parking lot. It's easier than walking around."

"Well, don't let me hold you up. Nice to see you again, Jerry." That was at least half true. I certainly didn't want him hanging around.

"I'm sure I'll be seeing you again, Paige. We'll have to get together for lunch sometime."

"Maybe that'll work out," I said as he headed away down the hallway. Then, maybe it won't.

Sometimes, when I had nothing else to do, I'd wonder what it was about Jerry that so turned me off. Maybe it was his money. He was nice-looking, friendly, personable, and not overly aggressive. I mean, he never pawed at me or was otherwise physical. Mom always said there was someone out there for everyone. I'd decided that Jerry just wasn't the one for me, even though I'd never figured for sure why that was true.

Classes began, and I was excited. I loved learning and acquiring knowledge, and it didn't hurt that learning was easy for me. I would graduate as a mechanical engineer, but I loved writing, too. Thus, the English minor.

Talking with the other tutors, I discovered that none of us were simply altruistic in what we were doing. We all needed to earn money, and this was a way to do it. I'd tutored friends during high school, but I wondered how this would go. The high schoolers been anxious to learn, but I wasn't sure that would be the case with these athletes. Some, I was sure, would only be there because it was required. I'd just have to see.

The first evening, six basketball players showed up. All were upperclassmen and basically C students, anxious to maintain their eligibility. They'd discovered that getting help was easier than struggling through it individually.

I introduced myself to Adam, Keshaw, Brandon, Alex, Konrad, and Jamarii. Konrad was from Germany and said he sometimes had language difficulties and could use help along those lines. He laughed and said that numbers, though, were no problem. The others said they did most of the study on their own but would have occasional questions I'd need to help with.

I think they were surprised to find a female tutor, something they'd never had previously. There was some flirting, particularly from Alex, which I accepted with a smile. My knowledge and capabilities were checked as they began studying. Questions were asked, and I was able to answer them all, much more completely, I think, than they had been expecting. By the end of that first session, I sensed a respect that hadn't been there at the beginning.

The second night, there were four new guys who showed up for the study table. Two were soccer players, one from the volleyball team, and a new one from basketball. I introduced myself to the three, all of whom approached me to say hello. The fourth went to a back corner and sat down, scrolling through his phone.

"Hello, I'm Paige," I announced to the loner, and he just scowled at me. "Are you a basketball player?" I added.

"Yeah," he said. "You in charge here?"

I hadn't thought about being in charge until he asked. "I guess so, but I'm mostly here to help. And what's your name?"

"Well, I don't need no help. I'm here because Coach said I had to be. And my name's Luke."

"Did you bring things to study?"

"Naw. I've got my phone, and that'll get me through. How long do I have to stay?"

I hadn't thought about being asked that question. I considered it for a moment.

"Are you a freshman?"

"Yeah."

"Basketball scholarship?"

"Yeah."

"You must have been a good player in high school."

"Yeah, I was. All league my junior and senior years. Averaged seventeen a game last year."

"Ah, sounds good. How'd you do in school?"

"You mean grades?"

I nodded, and he shrugged.

"I got through."

"You wouldn't be here if you hadn't," I said, chuckling.

"It's going to be harder to get through here, you know."

"I suppose. I haven't thought about it much."

"Did Coach Logan say you had to come to the study table?"

"Yeah, he did. And that's all he said. Nothing about having to study or anything like that."

I became aware of someone standing beside me and looked up.

A thick German accent asked, "Paige, can you help me understand this?"

"Sure, Konrad. Let's go back to your table." I wanted to keep talking with Luke, but I was there to be a help to everyone.

It only took a few seconds to help Konrad understand a word problem. He did understand numbers, but word problems might be an issue.

I hurried back to Luke.

"About Coach Logan, do you think he sent you here to study and not just to be here?" I felt silly asking such an obvious question.

"Maybe." He snickered. "Probably." He looked at me squarely. "I hate studying. I'm here to play basketball."

That was the first serious thing he'd said to me, and I think I'd already sensed it. But it was good to hear him say it. It gave me a place to start.

"I need to use the restroom," he said and stood.

"Holy crap!" I exclaimed. How tall are you?"

He looked down at my five-foot-ten. "Six-nine."

I laughed. "Well, watch your head when you go out the door."

Before he came back, I got involved with the others working on math problems, and when I checked again, he'd left.

The study table closed at nine-thirty, and I checked to make sure all the candy bar wrappers and sort drink containers were in the waste basket or recycle container. I stepped outside and locked the door and was scared half out of my wits by Keith, a soccer player who'd joined the table just tonight.

"Whoa, you scared me," I fairly squealed.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he pleaded, taking hold of my shoulders. "I was just going to the door to see if you were still there."

My heart was pounding, but I had to smile. "I had just finished cleaning up, and my mind was somewhere else. It's not your fault."

"Still, I feel guilty. I know it's late, but let's stop by the union, and I'll buy you a hot chocolate or something."

My first reaction was to eye him suspiciously. But I was caught up on my studies, actually already ahead, and he seemed like a pleasant guy. Kind of good-looking, too. I wasn't too keep on hot chocolate, though.

"Maybe a quick V-8," I responded.

"Do they have that at the union?"

"We're going to find out. "

It was a five-minute walk to the student union ... and they did have small cans of V-8, probably the university's attempt to encourage healthy eating.

"Maybe I'll try one of those. They're like tomato juice, aren't they?"

"You've never had V-8?"

"Nope. We just never had it at our house."

"It's a little more than tomato juice, but I love it."

We ordered, and Keith added a Snickers bar that we split.

"I know you've heard it a million times, but your red hair and green eyes are spectacular."

"Thank you, Keith." I usually demurred when I received compliments like that, but Keith seemed sincere ... and I didn't mind being complimented. It was something new about university. Some of the men grew a little bolder. "It's just the way my genes got together, I guess."

"I didn't want to embarrass you, but sometimes I think it's nice to know how people feel about you."

I took a drink of my V-8 and watched Keith do the same.

"Well?"

"It's like you said, tomato juice, but more. I like it. Thanks."

"Hey, no problem. Thanks for the V-8 and the Snickers."

"My pleasure and I'd really like to take you on a proper date."

Maybe I should have been expecting that, but I wasn't, and I could tell that Keith sensed my hesitation.

"Don't hesitate to say no. I understand completely."

"It's not that, Keith."

Then, what was it? He needed and deserved an answer.

"My schedule is packed with classes, study time, the study table, and going home to see my mother." The last was a bit of a stretch, but it sounded good.

"I got that," he replied. "If you can find a niche, let me know, and I'll take you to dinner or a football game, whatever you particularly like."

"Fair enough, Keith. I'll see you at the study table."

I guess I hadn't expected any of the guys to ask me for a date, but we were all about the same age. I just needed to go with the flow and see where it led me within reason.

I was anxious for my next session at the study table so I could talk with Luke again. Something about him poked at me. I wasn't sure what it was, but maybe I could find out. He wasn't there when the table opened, but I checked with the six others and two needed help with some math. Typically, it was word problems that were causing the difficulty. I discovered that both had taken Algebra their freshman year of high school but no math after that.

"Read the problem to me carefully," I suggested, the sound of their words sometimes telling me where their problem lay.

"Um, it's number three here. Three. The sum of three consecutive integers is forty-two. Find the three numbers."

"What's the first thing you want to know?"

"Oh, yeah. What is the unknown?"

"Okay, what is it?"

"There are three of them."

"Well, in these problems, you can't have three unknowns, so there must be something you can figure."

"They're consecutive."

"Which means?" He looked puzzled, so I wrote three numbers on his paper: 28 -29-30. "These are just three numbers, but there's something you can say about them. He stared for a minute.

"The second is one bigger than the first, and the third is one bigger than the second."

"And how is the third related to the first?"

"Um, it's two bigger."

"You've figured it out. Now you just have to write the equation and solve it."

He looked for a few seconds, and then his face lit up in a smile.

"So, if I call the first number the unknown, X, then the second number is X+1, and the third number is X+2. So, X + X+1 + X+2 = 42. Then 3X+ 3 = 42. 3X = 39 and X must equal 13. So the numbers are 13, 14, and 15." Another big smile. "Thanks, Paige. Hopefully, I can figure out the next ones."

A few minutes later, Luke appeared and sat down in his usual corner.

"Whats that you have with you?" I asked with a big smile.

"This ia a study table, so I thought I'd bring a book with me so I'd look like I was doing something."

"Very cool," I said, wondering if it was him taunting me or if it was a step in the right direction. His expression gave me no hint.

Over the next week, I realized that the study table, with a few exceptions, was a place where the guys could go to study. It was structured, and most of us seem to do better with structure. There were two or three that needed help every evening, the rest only occasionally.

When I looked up from my differential equations book, I saw a familiar smiling face.

"Hi, Keith. I haven't seen you for a while."

He pointed downward. I hadn't noticed the big brace on his left leg.

"What happened?" I asked, sounding alarmed, I'm sure.

"A little interruption to my soccer season."

"How serious?"

"Intermediate sprain. Five or six weeks."

"I'm sorry, Keith."

"Me, too. But it doesn't keep me from checking on that date I asked about."

I hadn't exactly forgotten, but I hadn't checked or cleared a day, either.

"There's a football game on Saturday," I suggested.

Keith just smiled.

I chuckled. "You think climbing up to C-deck might not be too practical?"

"There's a soccer game in the morning. After that, we can get a special lunch if that doesn't mess too much with your study time."

"Not at all." I gave him my cell number, and he hobbled out the door.

I'd played basketball in high school and missed two games with a sprained ankle. It was awful watching the team play and not being able to help. I felt for Keith and was anxious to watch him as he watched the game.

He picked me up at nine at Aunt Ella's, who had to meet him, of course. I was sure my mother would be asking me about Keith soon. We were at the soccer stadium at nine-fifteen, and I stood by as Keith went to the bench to talk to the coach and his buddies. First, he gestured toward me, then waved for me to join him.

"Can you stand for a long time?" he asked, and I detected a hopeful sound in his voice.

"Sure, why?"

"We can stand here at the bench and watch if you'd like to."

There was no way I could refuse, with Keith bubbling with excitement. The stands weren't soft seats, but I'd at least be sitting down.

"That sounds good. And I think you'll enjoy it."

He put his hand on my shoulder. "Thanks," he said, and I shivered just a mite from the look I received.

I received a big hug after every goal we scored - there were three of them - but others also received hugs from Keith. He yelled, cheered, consoled, encouraged, and even held water bottles for players leaving the game. He was fun to watch, and I was more than glad that I'd decided to come to the game. I saw a side of Keith that I'd never have seen at the study table.

The three goals were enough, and we won three to two. Keith celebrated with his teammates momentarily, then ran to me.

"Sorry," he said, smiling.

"Get back with the team," I said with a laugh. "You can talk to me at lunch." I received that look again, and he hopped back to the team.

About ten minutes later, I saw Keith and the coach heading toward me.

"Coach, this is Paige Osborn. Paige, Coach Bennett. Paige runs the study table where I go, so I brought her to the game."

Coach Bennett laughed. "I'm sure you have quite a task, trying to get these guys to study and pay attention when you help them."

"It's ninety-five percent good," I answered. "And I enjoyed the game ... and getting to see another side of Keith."

"Too bad you didn't get to see the game-playing, Keith. We miss him out there on the pitch."

"One of these days, right, Keith?"

He sighed. "As fast as I can get this knee working right."

"Listen, you two have a great lunch. I'll see you tomorrow at rehab, Keith."

Keith had evidently told him we were going to lunch. We started toward the parking lot.

"Can I ask a huge favor?" he said.

"Sure."

"All that hopping and jumping around has my knee throbbing. Can you possibly drive?"

"Listen, we don't have to go to lunch. We can just go somewhere and talk, and you can rest the knee."

"I invited you to lunch so I could go out with you. That hasn't changed a bit, although there might be a small change if you have to carry me into the restaurant."

I laughed. "You can lean on me when we walk in if you'd like."

"Honestly, I'd like to, but that isn't going to happen today."

Keith wasn't trying to hide how he felt about me, and that was refreshing. I didn't have to wonder; I knew. And I'd certainly enjoyed standing off and watching him at the game. Lunch was next, and we'd see how that went.

"Um, your car isn't stick-shift, is it?"

His turn to laugh. "No, but I have one at home if you'd like to drive that sometime."

"Never tried that, so I'm happy to stick with the automatic."

Keith snickered at my feeble attempt at a pun."

"Do you like Chinese?" he asked.

"Love it. Chinese is Dad's favorite, and we'd have it twice a week, sometimes when I was growing up."

"Good. Hop in, and I'll give you directions." He started toward the driver's side of the car.

"No, no," I insisted. I cherish your good intentions, but you just climb in the passenger side and settle yourself. I can handle my door."

"You're a neat lady, Paige. It's very pleasant to be with you."

"I'm enjoying myself as well," I said as I started the car.

He gave me clear directions in between our chatting, and in about twenty minutes, we were at the restaurant. It looked very clean and stylish on the outside, and I was anxious. I was out of the car quickly, ready to help Keith.

"Paige, I feel badly, not being able to, well, you know."

I chuckled. "Is there anything you can do about it?"

He sighed. "I know. Don't worry about it, then, right?"

He extended his hand almost tentatively, and I took hold of it. Before the soccer match, I probably would have ignored it. I was getting to know Keith and enjoying every minute of it. Keith opened the restaurant door for me, and we were quickly seated. The restaurant was beautiful, much more so than the ones I was used to.

"Do you have a favorite dish?" he asked.

"Lots of them, but mostly in the chop suey, chow mein, and fried rice categories. I've never been very adventurous with my food."

"Lots of people have never tried Chinese."

"I'd have gone hungry lots of times if I hadn't eaten Chinese," I said, laughing.

"That's right, you said your dad liked Chinese."

"More than liked it."

"Are you going to get adventurous tonight?"

I hoped he was talking about my eating and not something else. I chastised myself for thinking like that.

"Check the menu." He chuckled. "There must be two hundred items there."

"I see that," I replied, feeling overwhelmed already. "Do you have any recommendations?"

"This is your chance to be an adventurous eater. I hate to meddle."

"Keith, if I ask for help, it's not meddling."

"I suppose. Do you like cashews?"

"Who doesn't?"

"Cashew Chicken is delicious. At least it is to me."

I found it on the menu and read the description. Not too helpful. "What are you going to order?"

"Whatever you order."

"Keith, don't do that." I heard the echo of what I'd said. "I mean, order what you want, of course."

"Your cheeks nearly match your hair," he said.

"I'm sorry. Sometimes, my mouth goes into motion before my brain is in gear."

"No need to apologize for honesty and being Paige."

If I were grading Keith, he would be earning some good boyfriend points. He was different than I'd imagined, but I wasn't sure that I'd taken the time to imagine, either.

I sighed and smiled as the server came to take our order. I looked at Keith and ordered an egg roll and Cashew Chicken. He looked at me and ordered an egg roll and Cashew Chicken. I rolled my eyes, and he laughed. The server looked puzzled but left us alone.

The food was delicious, just as Keith had said, and being with him was easy and relaxing. As we got into the car, I glanced at Keith, who looked thoughtful.

"Go on, say it," I encouraged as I started the engine. I was never sure if it was a motor or engine that I was starting. It probably depended on how you'd been raised and what type of work you did. Either way, it was started.

He looked at me and chuckled. "Okay, here goes. I've really enjoyed being with you today. The football game starts in a few minutes. We have to go by your aunt's house to drop you off, but I'd like it if you just picked up whatever books you need to study, and we go to my place to watch the game." He took a deep breath and let it out.

"I'd better just stay at Ella's and study. Can you drive yourself home okay? You made it this morning."

"Yeah, I can if I'm careful. And I'm sure you need to study, so no problem."

He was so easy to get along with. No pouting or asking me to change my mind. He wasn't at all like the few guys I'd dated before.

I chuckled and changed my mind. "I'll get some books, and we can watch the football game ... or study, whichever seems to fit."

"Paige, you're sumpin' else, for sure. And anytime you need to leave to get home, let me know. I can listen to the game on the radio in the car."

I let Aunt Ella know what was happening, picked up a couple of books, and drove to Keith's place. Once inside, I realized it wasn't a typical struggling college student's apartment. It had two bedrooms and two baths and was spacious and roomy. The furniture was new, with matching decor. I didn't say anything, but it made me even more curious about Keith.

He watched the game, and I knew he was struggling to keep from shouting and cheering, much as he'd done at the soccer match. I also knew it was because he didn't want to distract my studying, and I had to smile the two or three times he slipped and apologized.

I was intent on what I was doing when I became aware of him standing behind me and looking over my shoulder.

"Halftime," he said when I looked up at him. "And what kind of foreign language is that you're studying?"

"Differential equations."

"You understand all those little signs and symbols and stuff?"

"Pretty much, I guess."

"Let me ask you a question."

I nodded.

"What's your GPA?"

"Keith, that's, well, kind of personal."

"Yeah, I know, but I was hoping you'd share it. It's an important part of you."

I took a deep breath. He was right, but I knew my cheeks would turn pink again if I answered him. Still. "It's a four-point."

"Paige, don't you dare blush over that kind of average," he said with a laugh. "That's what I would have guessed if I'd had to."

"I've been blessed with a good brain, and learning has always been fun for me."

"You aiming for a PhD?"

In our family, graduating from high school had been an accomplishment, and going to college only a dream. Graduating from college would make me a family celebrity. Most of the family didn't know how to react when I was the valedictorian my senior year of high school. Graduating from college had always been my goal, and becoming an engineer would be an accomplishment. An advanced degree? But how could I explain all of that to Keith? Maybe one day.

"I have another year after this to consider it, so we'll see."

"Dr. Paige Osborn sounds pretty impressive."

Just hearing that made me shiver.

"Keith, that's a long way off, particularly for someone of my background."

He looked at me expectantly, but I didn't want to try to explain everything today.

"Well, when you win the Nobel Prize, I can say I knew you when."

That one did make me laugh. "Go watch your football game," I teased. I felt his hand on top of my head.

"Dr. Redhead, a Nobel Prize winner," he said, and I grabbed his hand, knocking my book to the floor.

"No Nobel Prize if I can't finish my studying."

He was holding my arm and pulling my head against him, and I knew he wanted to kiss me but didn't. I'm not sure how I'd have reacted, but I didn't have to decide. He patted my head and went back to the football game and I did more differential equations.

During the fourth quarter, I sat on the couch with Keith, and he was free to yell, cheer, and tell the officials what he thought of them. I think his involvement in the game cleared the thoughts he had about me, and I drove home.

"Keith, are you sure, with that leg, that you can drive yourself home safely?"

"Sure, no problem."

"You're way too confident," I said, laughing.

"I'll send you a text later, either from home or the hospital."

"Keith, that's cruel," I said, a pained expression on my face.

"My bad, I'm sorry. What can I do to make up for it?"

"Let me think on it. I'll come up with something appropriate."

So, off he went, hobbling to his car. Twenty minutes later, I received a text.

Home safely. Thanks for a fantastic day."

I replied.

Thank the Lord. It was a great day, for sure.

~~~

With the weekend over, classes began again, and I'd be at the study table in the evening. The study table was always interesting on Monday, as weekend study always seemed to produce unanswered questions of some type, so I was busy being a helper on Monday.

When the first round of questions had been answered, I sat down only to see an unhappy-looking Luke Watkins slouched down in the corner and looking at me. I went to him.

"You don't look very happy, Luke."

"No, I'm not."

"Want to share?"

Yeah, I guess. I'm in deep shit, Paige."

"What happened?"

"I had my first test, and I failed it flat."

"It's kind of early in the semester for a test, isn't it?"

"They called it a quiz, I guess, but I failed it flat."

"That's not good for a basketball player."

"Nope, and coach gets the mid-semester grades at about eight weeks."

"Sounds like you've been doing a little research."

"I guess, but ... "

"All of a sudden, you're a little scared."

"You bet I am," he said very seriously, and honestly, I thought. "I'm a basketball player, and if I can't play, I don't know what I'll do. You're not an athlete, so I'm not sure you know what it's like."

"I was an eight-point, four-rebound, two-assist basketball player in high school, so I know a little."

"Really, I'd have never guessed."

"I'm not six-nine, but I am five-ten, a little taller than lots of girls."

"Wow. An athlete and smart too."

"You've still got a few weeks, you know."

"I know, but I need help."

I could hardly keep from smiling as I saw the light suddenly dawning in Luke's head.

"That's what I'm here for, Luke."

He looked at me for long seconds. "Do you think you could really help me?"

"Well, I can't do it by myself. If you're willing to work, I can help."

"I don't have much choice, do I, Paige?"

"Not if you want to play basketball."

"Let me run back to my room and get a couple of books." He paused and smiled. "So we can get started."

I'd helped a lot of the guys at the study table so far, but this one made me feel kind of warm and fuzzy. I hoped it would go well.

I'd received a text from Keith that he was doing extra rehab and wouldn't be at the study table. Surprising myself, I decided that was just as well, and it would leave plenty of time to help Luke.

He was back in ten minutes, puffing and blowing, which made me smile again. If he was willing to run to get the books and then run back, at least for the moment, he was serious about beginning to learn.

"What courses are you taking?"

"A rem ... um."

"Remedial?"

"Yeah, that's it: remedial algebra, a beginning English course, a sports industries beginning course, and a physical education course." He finished and shook his head.

"Why don't we spend time here on algebra and English? Do you think you can handle the other two?"

"I think so. I'd better learn to do that if I want to be one of thosestudent athletes.

"And eventually a college graduate."

"I guess I should make that my goal, shouldn't I?"

"Sounds good to me, Luke." I wanted that to be the backbone of our study, not simply maintaining his eligibility.

We started with the algebra course, and I was happy to hear he'd had one in high school. We reviewed a few problems, and he seemed to understand the concepts and eventually solved two on his own.

"Why don't you read the next section and then work on the problems? I'm right here if you need help."

I worked with a couple of the other athletes while glancing over my shoulder to ensure that Luke was staying involved. He was and hadn't once asked for help. When I went to check, he surprised me.

"You must be doing well, Luke. No questions yet."

He laughed. "I have some questions, but I didn't want to interrupt you."

This certainly wasn't the same guy who came to study table and sulked in the corner.

"That's nice of you, but fire away now."

There were two problems that were a bit confusing to him. A few words of explanation, and he figured them out.

"I think the high school stuff is coming back." He looked me in the eye and smiled. "I promise to pay attention in class so your job will be easier. But it was an English test I screwed up, so I need to work on that."

We worked on English the other two days, and I spent Saturday with Keith at a cross-country meet at the university golf course and doing Italian for lunch this time.

"What daring thing will you be eating today, Lady Paige?"

"Oh, I've been elevated to the gentry."

"In my eyes, at least."

"Shall I call you Lord Keith, then?"

"Your choice, of course."

I glanced at the menu. "Traditional spaghetti and meatballs, I think."

Keith shook his head, ordered Veal Parmesan, and we left the restaurant full and content. We headed to his place to watch football again. Of course, I had my books as well.

I was deep into The Forsyte Saga when things went dark -- Keith's hands covering my eyes.

"Guess who."

"It must be Lord Keith."

"With my precious Lady Paige."

I felt something touch my hair, then realized it was his lips.

"Keith?"

"Is that forbidden?" he asked, and I could feel his breath on my ear.

How was I to answer that? Honestly, I guess.

"Not at all."

He kissed my head once, then twice, and finally a third time.

"Your hair is fascinatingly beautiful, Paige."

"Thank you, Keith. I say that I'm glad you like it, and I mean that sincerely.

He stepped away, evidently content with three kisses to the top of my head.

"You haven't said anything about your rehab."

"Ugh. Not as well as I'd like."

"Keith, I'm sorry. What's going on?"

"They said they misread the sprain at first, and it's a little worse than they thought. Another four weeks at least." He looked at me somewhat guiltily.

I cocked my head to the side. "There's something more, isn't there?"

"I slipped and fell down about four steps yesterday and twisted it a little. I'm not sure if that set me back or not."

"It didn't look like you were limping any worse than usual."

He glanced out the window, avoiding my eyes. "I've been working hard so you wouldn't see the extra limp."

"Keith!" I exclaimed. "Come here and sit down in this chair with me."

"Paige, it isn't big enough for both of us."

"Bring your bad knee and sit down. Right now." I even surprised myself with how stern I sounded.

He took the few steps to get to my chair and wedged himself in beside me. I put my arms around him and squeezed. He grunted.

"Look at me." He turned his head and looked at me. I leaned forward and kissed him. He was surprised but smiled.

"So, if I hurt my knee a little more, will I get another kiss?"

"Seriously, Keith. If I'm going to be your girlfriend, you have to be honest with me and not hide things. Even something as simple as your knee."

"I like the sound of girlfriend, and I don't want that to change. I just didn't want you to worry anymore. It'll heal eventually."

"Still, you heard what I said."

"I've always been a little timid when it comes to girls and now women," he said, grinning. "But when you said what you just said, it just seemed to change everything. And I heard what you said, and that's how it will be."

I'd never been the aggressor in kissing a boy before, but it seemed appropriate with Keith. I think he was as nervous as I was and, after the kiss, we understood each other.

The football game ended, as did my studying, but my concern about Keith's driving emerged anew. Once more, he assured me that his only issue with driving was getting in and out of the car. At Aunt Ella's, we kissed again, this time a little more intensely. We'd each stepped out a little on this Saturday.

~~~

It was over a week later that Luke appeared at the study table, a big smile on his face. I knew he'd had an algebra test, and I was hoping that was the source of the smile.

"Hello, Paige."

"Well, hello there, Luke. That's a big smile."

He handed me some papers that were stapled together.

"Luke, is that eighty-four in big red digits yours?"

"Yes, ma'am, it is."

"How do you feel about that?"

"I feel like I owe you everything, Paige. I'm going to be playing basketball instead of heading home to look for a job. And who wants to hire a six-nine goon?"

I laughed. "Luke, you're anything but a goon," I said, waving the papers at him. " Thanks so much for the kind words, but any of the study table people would have helped you."

He shook his head. "You did more than answer questions and teach a little. You figured me out, learned who I was, and then challenged me to really be that person. And it worked."

"Maybe a little, but I enjoyed it."

"I owe you big, Paige, and I'm not sure I know how to pay you back."

"Luke, you don't owe me a thing. I'm so happy for you, and that's more than enough reward for me."

"Maybe for you, but not for me. I'm going to be such a good basketball player that I'll have plenty of NIL monkey to share with you."

"Luke, come on. If I can go and watch you play basketball, I'll be happy." He was persistent, and I wasn't sure how to put him off without hurting him.

"Paige, may I ask you a serious question?"

That was a little different for him. "Sure, go ahead."

"That guy who comes in here and talks to you, the one with the knee brace. Is he a boyfriend?"

That caused me to stiffen and took me completely by surprise.

"Yes, he is. We've been dating for a while."

The disappointment surrounding him was palpable. I hadn't imagined.

"I'm sorry, Luke."

He smiled. "Don't be sorry that you've found a good guy. That's what you're supposed to do. I'm happy for you and a little sad for myself."

"Listen, back to the test. What did you miss?"

"I didn't miss anything. I did each problem twice to be sure I'd done it right and ran out of time."

"So, if you'd worked straight through, you might have gotten one hundred percent."

"Maybe."

"Wow. When does your season start?"

"Around the first of November."

"Cool. You have to promise to wave to me."

"I may run up in the crowd and give you a hug because you're the only reason I'm playing basketball."

"Who took that test and got an eighty-four?"

"I guess I did."

"I was the helper, but you did it."

"You've got a couple of guys waiting for your help now, too, so I'll go study."

And so time passed, as it so often does for college students, far too slowly as we looked forward to the summer break but far too fast as we tried to find time to study for exams. Keith and I were spending more time together, as would be expected, and while we found ourselves getting more and more intimate, we were able to avoid the ultimate intimacy as we both had enough old-time upbringing to want to save that for the proper time.

I went to most of Luke's basketball games, Keith often going with me. Luke began the season as the sixth or seventh man but was scoring nearly nine points a game with six rebounds and soon found himself starting, his averages rising to fourteen points and eight rebounds per game. I was happy for him, and he almost always found me in the crowd and waved, sometimes after the game had ended.

I still enjoyed the study table and helping more and more athletes as they struggled through their academic lives. It was just a rewarding experience for me.

Summer came, and Keith went home, about one hundred miles away, and had much-needed surgery on his knee, which had never healed correctly. He blamed it on the fall down the steps. Of course, I was home, too, but we were able to get together on most weekends.

Keith met my mother, and she instantly liked him. I was probably pessimistic, but I was sure she'd have liked anyone I brought home as she had her goals for my life, and a man was part of those goals.

I met Keith's parents, too, and they took to me right away. Plus, I had been right about something as well. We hadn't talked much about his financial situation, although he always seemed to have money when he needed it. His home wasn't, well, a mansion, although it did have five bedrooms and four baths. When I'd spend the weekend, I had my own room with an ensuite bathroom, very pleasant and something I wasn't used to.

Keith was working hard with his rehab as he was hopeful that he'd be able to play soccer this fall. I didn't see how that could happen, but I wasn't about to do anything to quash his enthusiasm.

Autumn came, and we returned to campus for our senior year. I was at the study table again, and I also went to an occasional soccer practice to watch Keith and to help me understand the status of his knee. He warmed up with the team, then kicked the ball back and forth with a manager. He was clearly favoring his left leg. It saddened me to watch, as I knew how it was affecting him.

Keith and I spent lots of time together, but soccer or knees were never a topic of conversation. The only exception was home soccer games, which we attended together -- almost. Except for the first game, I sat in the stands while he ran, shouted, cheered, and criticized the officials, using up all his pent-up energy and hopefully releasing all his frustrations.

I saw Luke occasionally at study table, and he always had a question that needed answered. He never mentioned anything about that significant conversation we'd had, but often, when I'd peek at him, he was looking at me.

Soccer season gave way to basketball, and Luke was now an integral part of the team, his scoring and rebounding numbers improving over his freshman year. I still received waves when he'd spot me, and he'd sometimes wait on the court until I could get there to join him.

Tonight, when I got to the court, Luke was there, along with his coach.

"Coach Baldwin, this is the lady I told you about, Paige Osborn."

He extended his hand. "Sonny Baldwin," he said, "and Luke has been telling me about you."

"Without her, I'd be back home working at McDonald's."

Coach Baldwin smiled and nodded. "Luke tells me you took the time to understand him and what he needed and made him understand that too. And you encouraged him and continued to encourage him as he progressed. I'm going to let the athletic director know what you've done."

"Oh, don't do that. I was just doing what I was supposed to do."

"Paige," Coach Baldwin said with a chuckle, "when people go above and beyond, it needs to be celebrated."

There was nothing more I could say, and I glanced at Luke, who had a huge smile on his face.

"She needs to be celebrated," he added.

Coach Baldwin shook my hand again, thanked me, and headed for the locker room. Totally surprising me, Luke gave me a giant hug and also thanked me. I hoped a photo of that would be online in the morning.

Keith and I were still spending lots of time together, but He seemed somehow quieter than usual. We talked a little about that, and I gathered that he was nervous about the future, about graduating and finding a job. His degree was in business with an HR emphasis, so I didn't think he'd have trouble finding a position.

At the start of our second and final semester, we began contacting and interviewing with companies about future employment. Keith was talking almost entirely with companies in our area, but my advisor encouraged me to reach out to some of the big players based on the resume I could show them, mostly my straight A grades in some very complicated subjects.

So I contacted Texas Instruments, Dow, 3M, NASA, and Jet Propulsion Laboratory, despite its now being a part of NASA. Each of these companies appeared on campus as well, and I was privileged to have an interview with all of them. Of course, I applied to many local companies as well, and began receiving job offers from some of them.

One day, with a big smile, Keith showed me a letter he'd received from one of the large Japanese auto companies with a local factory offering him a job in their HR department. We celebrated by going out to dinner.

I was still debating about what to do with the many offers I'd received when a letter arrived from JPL offering me a position at their California facility. That made me swell up a bit since it was an offer from a very prestigious organization. As I read further, I realized that their salary offer was nearly fifty percent more than any of the others. I had to sit down to ponder that. My first impulse was that there was no way I could refuse the offer.

I called Keith to share the news with him, knowing that we'd need to discuss the future. I wondered what his feelings regarding it might be, and we agreed to meet after the study table.

"Listen, before you tell me about your offer, let me update you on mine," he began.

He paused and took a deep breath that made me wary.

"I accepted the job with the auto company, and they were impressed with the interview, I guess. They want me to leave right now for Japan."

"Right now? You still have classes."

"I've talked to all of my profs, and they're okay with me leaving and taking the grade I currently have."

It particularly bothered me that he had taken the time to make the arrangements with his professors before he'd shared it with me.

"Wow, going to Japan. How long would you be there?" I spoke as though the decision hadn't been made, but I doubted that was true.

"Eight months to a year," he said and shrugged. They have two HR managers retiring in the next two years, and they'd like for me to be ready to take over one of them."

"Keith, that sounds like a great opportunity." I avoided asking the key question.

"Yeah, it sure is, and they needed an answer quickly since they have special classes beginning there in a few days.

When he said needed, that told me he'd already decided.

"So, you're going?"

"I couldn't say no. It was just too good to say no."

"Sounds like it."

"What did you have to tell me?" he finally asked.

"Something very similar," I began and decided to charge ahead. "I accepted a job at JPL, both because it's an honor and because they offered a salary nearly fifty percent more than anyone else."

"So, you're moving to California."

"I am, and I had trouble with my mother accepting the idea of me moving away. When I showed her how much I was making and that I'd be able to come home and visit, she was more accepting."

"So, you'll be a rocket scientist."

I laughed. "I'm not sure what I'll be doing, but it will be interesting and exciting."

We stood for a moment, staring at each other, neither anxious to address the elephant in the room. Finally, I couldn't wait any longer.

"This is going to be difficult for us, Keith."

"I know. We can still FaceTime, but getting together might be tough."

"I've never been to Japan, so that would be a fascinating trip."

"I've never been to Cali, either. I'll have to see if I can get away and come there to see you."

"And maybe I could show you around JPL, at least some parts of it. I'll have to get some kind of security clearance, and I think the level depends on what I'll be working on."

"So you may not be able to tell me much about your work."

"That may be true. We'll just have to see."

"It's gonna be strange not to have you right there, or at least be close enough that you can be right there in a few minutes." I noticed a very wistful look cross his face.

"The same for me. Maybe we'll get used to it," I said with a little giggle.

Keith just shook his head.

I rode with Keith and his mother to the airport, along with a good bit of luggage. He'd primed his mother that she might be shipping things to him in the future, and he was anxious to see just where he'd be staying. He wouldn't be living in Tokyo, so he had been assured that his apartment would be a little larger.

"This is really strange," he said after being quiet for a while. "I'm so excited about going and living in Japan that I don't know what to say. At the same time, I'm so nervous about a complete change in my life that I want to run away and hide."

I had hints of the same feelings. College had been comfortable and familiar, and people had looked to me for answers. Now, I was going to be thrust in among some of the most brilliant people in the country, and I wondered if I belonged. I'd decided not to pursue a graduate degree since I'd be based near Cal Tech and could get a degree there if I wanted to and things worked out in that direction. Our situations were slightly different, as well. I had moved to California and made that my home. Keith was in Japan on a temporary basis and would be back home eventually.

"I know at least a little of what you're feeling since I'm feeling it, too."

"You two are going to be fine. You both did well in college, and you'll do well in the future," Keith's mother assured us. "I'm nervous for you both but not worried.

I was in pretty good shape until the boarding call came. Our PDA was not quite over the top, but we didn't know when we'd see the other again, and that was daunting. He waved as he disappeared through the doorway, and both of us shed some tears.

"When do you leave, Paige?" she asked when we were on the way to Aunt Ella's.

"The day after tomorrow."

"What do you think about California?"

"It's not the place I'd have picked, but I have to give it a chance. I know it will be expensive, but hopefully, I can adapt."

"Well, good luck on that. I'm going to miss seeing you and Keith. I hope it all works out for you."

"Thanks so much. I'm confident it will."

The next day, when I checked my Facebook page, I had a friend request from Luke Watkins. I had to smile at that, but I quickly accepted the request, and two hours later, I had a message from him.

I hear you're moving to California. Sorry I didn't get a chance to tell you goodbye, but I hope we can keep in touch. I want to hear how you're doing in whatever job you've taken, even though I'm sure you'll absolutely kill whatever it is.

I quickly replied to him.

We do need to keep in touch since I want to hear all about your basketball and maybe even more so about how you're doing in school.

Sounds perfect, and have a safe trip.

I was glad that Luke had contacted me as I was really interested in how his final two years of school and basketball would turn out. The last time I'd seen him, about three weeks before, he'd thanked me again for what I'd done for him. He assured me he'd be graduating in two years and then, with a big smile, told me I'd be able to watch him on TV when he was playing pro basketball. Quite a difference from the Luke I'd first met two years ago.

~~~

I hated flying. Not the actual flying but the rigamarole involved in getting to the point of flying. I had a good bit of luggage since I was moving to California, and I did have mother ready to ship a number of my things when I was settled in. The process of getting it checked in, inspected, tagged, and all else that went along with it was just annoying.

I knew I was to be met at the airport in California and was surprised when the greeters turned out to be two female engineers. After enthusiastic hugs and a lot of laughter, they took me to the apartment I'd rented during my single visit. It turned out that one of the greeters also lived there, and I'd be able to ride with her until I'd arranged to get my own car.

We visited for a while, and then I was alone. I knew that Keith was seventeen hours ahead of California time, and It was three in the afternoon here, so about eight in the morning for Keith. I texted him that I was in Cali, and he replied that he'd call in four hours. I called Mother, and we arranged for her to ship clothing I'd set in in my room at home..

Keith and I talked for about twenty minutes. He was learning about his new job, learning Japanese, and would be playing in the company soccer league. He hoped he'd be selected to play on the company team in a separate league, and, mostly, he hoped his repaired knee would hold together. He joked that he was a like a rock star there as many of the Japanese women loved to hang around American men and practice their English. He chuckled when he said tha, and I decided it sounded like he was fitting right in.

My first week at work was a lot of reading and listening as I waited for my security clearance to be completed. Two days into week two, it arrived, and I could be involved with a project. I was accepted and treated like I was a long-term member of the engineering team, which meant I was expected to produce results.

After a month, I was called into the project manager's office, and, of course, I was nervous.

He smiled. "So that your nervousness goes away; let me say that we couldn't be happier with you and the work you're doing. I hope you're happy with us."

"I'm loving it here. The people, the work, the challenges, and the knowledge I'm gaining are so fulfilling and exciting. I can't imagine doing anything else."

"It sounds like we're on the same track, Paige. Be ready. I suspect your level of responsibility will be rising." He smiled, stood, and shook my hand. "I think we've picked up a good one, Paige."

I felt like I was tingling and was so excited that I needed to share the news with someone. It was two in the morning in Japan, so I called Mother. She was thrilled to hear the news, told me she wasn't surprised, and that I should write it down and email it to her so she could share it with everyone.

Of course, it wasn't something I wanted to share with the new friends I'd made at JPL, but I had a sudden thought. I grabbed my laptop and signed onto Facebook. I searched and found Luke Watson's page and sent him a quick message.

Your tutor just received a wonderful job review. It was exciting.

I stared at it for long moments, wondering if Luke still checked his Facebook page. An hour later, I found out.

Paige, that sounds great. I'm used to talking with you face to face. Will you share a cell number with me?

I was a little private with my cell number, but Luke was back in Ohio, and I'd known him for over two years. I messaged the number. In ten minutes, my phone rang. It was a spam call.

Another ten minutes, and it was Luke.

"So, what can you tell me about your job review?" he began.

"Just that they're happy with the way I'm working out and that I'll be getting more responsibility."

"Does that surprise you, Paige?"

"Luke, in college, I got good grades, was confident, and knew that everything was going to work out well. When I came to JPL, I was suddenly in the middle of many of the brightest people in the country. I was afraid I couldn't measure up."

"Paige, you should have contacted me. I learned how to encourage people from an expert. You may know her."

I laughed. "Well, Luke, you've found out that I'm just a human being."

Suddenly, looking at the phone, something struck me.

"When did you get the goatee?"

He laughed. "You noticed."

"It took me a while, but It looks good."

"I've been lifting weights, put on a few pounds, and hoped the beard might help intimidate people."

"So, you've probably started practice."

"Sure have. You'd better check me out this year. I'm gonna average twenty-four points and ten rebounds a game."

"So, the weight, the muscles, and the beard are going to do that?"

He laughed. "The beard is for effect, but the weight and the muscle are real."

"That sounds fantastic, Luke. Let me know when you're going to be on TV, and I'll see if I can find it on that monster television and tuner I have."

"I think I can do that."

"I know you must have homework you need to finish, but I'm really glad I got to talk with you."

"I do have some work to do, but I wouldn't have missed this for anything. For a change, I have a chance to be happy for you."

"Aw, thanks, Luke. It should be easy to keep in touch now."

"That's great. And I'll post a photo on Facebook so you can see a bigger version the new me. Take care now."

"You too, Luke, and thanks."

It was great to talk with Luke, and I was anxious to see the picture. The phone was just a little small to see the details. I sent a text to Keith, asking him to call me when he could. It was eleven-thirty when he called. He was evidently up early as it was only six-thirty in Japan.

"Hi, Keith. How are things in the Orient?"

"Busy, busy, busy. Playing soccer in the company league is one day, but the club team practices two days a week, so I'm playing soccer four days a week and working ten hours a day, plus Saturday sometimes."

I wondered what had brought that on. Maybe I'd find out later.

"Sounds like you're really busy, Keith."

"I am. It's unbelievable. They're talking about building plants in a couple of different countries, and I'm sure they're grooming me to be a part of that."

"That sounds exciting. What countries?"

"I think India is what they have in store for me, but they're looking at others, too."

"Wow, that's exciting," I replied, not sure what kind of excitement that might be. Maybe excitement for him and not me.

"Did you want to tell me something?" he asked, I guess remembering that I had texted him.

"I just wanted to share with you that they called me in today to tell me they're happy with my work, and I'll probably be giving me more responsibility."

"That's what I'm hearing here, too, and it sounds great, doesn't it?"

I'd sort of hoped to hear something different, but I wasn't going to beg for compliments or praise. Maybe it was selfish or juvenile to want that, but I liked its sound.

"Listen, It's good to talk to you, but I have to be at work early today, so I'd better get going. Soccer practice tonight. Bye, now, Paige."

"Bye, Keith. Be safe."

I wasn't sure he heard the last thing I said as the cut off suddenly.

It sounded like Keith was doing well in Japan and was having a good time, as well. He'd missed two years of college soccer and seemed to be making up for it now. But, India? Exciting might be one way to describe it. Fear might be another. Could I give up my job at JPL to move to India? I shivered, not wanting to think about it.

~~~

I was working on robotics involved with satellites and space travel, and, excited as I was about it, I wasn't allowed to share many deails. But it was thrilling, and each time we solved a major problem, we celebrated. And some of the solutions were my work.

I continued to talk to Keith periodically, but somehow, it seemed different. It was difficult to reach him, and often, he replied via text message. He told me about the birthday party they'd had for him and all the Japanese girls who'd insisted on kissing him happy birthday. He laughed and laughed when he was telling me about that. I didn't laugh.

When I asked about when he might be coming home, he was totally noncommittal. He said the training and learning were so concentrated and intense that it was nearly impossible for him to get away. It could be months before he could even consider returning to the US for a visit. When he said, for a visit, I wondered if I was reading too much into it if I assumed that Japan, India, or some other country was now or to be his home, and he'd just be a visitor to the US. When I stopped to think about it, I realized that all of our calls had been initiated by me for the last month or two. I decided I'd try something.

Summer had passed, as had autumn, and winter was approaching. At least it was approaching in other parts of the country, such as Ohio, but not so much in California. I'd been checking the internet to keep track of Luke's basketball, and he seemed to be very close to his predicted twenty-four points and ten rebounds per game.

I was deeply immersed in my project, experimenting to see if the final physical piece I was working on matched my calculations, when someone tapped me on the shoulder.

"Sorry, I should have said something first," she said. The front desk is on the phone and would like to talk to you."

I'd jumped pretty high when she'd tapped me on the shoulder, and I was still laughing when I went to the phone.

"Paige, there's someone in the lobby to see you."

"Okay, I'll be right out."

That was a surprise as I'd made a few friends in California, but I wasn't sure why any of them would be coming to visit me at JPL. Perhaps it was one of the vendors we dealt with. When I checked with the lady who'd called, she pointed through the window to the lobby and smiled.

"Haven't seen anything like that in here for a long time," she said, busy at her computer.

That puzzled me as I went out through the heavy security door.

"Paige, I bet you didn't expect to see me here."

"Luke, what are you doing in California?" It was great to see him and the big smile he wore, but I was totally astonished that he was here.

"We play USC tonight, and Coach Logan remembered you and gave me special permission to come visit as long as I don't miss the shoot-around."

He said that as he came toward me, his arms extended. We hugged, and somehow, it was very satisfying, a reminder of my prior life.

"That's fantastic, and what a surprise. It's really good to see you, and I've been looking for the chance to see you on TV."

"We can do better than that. Come to the game tonight." He laughed. "You'll have a great seat."

"I'd love that. What time?"

"Game starts at eight at the Galen Center. Get your ticket at will call."

"I'll be there."

We talked for a few minutes with Luke informing me about his studies and his plans for graduation. He was obviously intensely proud of how well he was doing.

"I'd better run," he finally said, "but I'll see you later."

"Okay. Sink a three for me."

"I don't shoot many threes, but I may take a couple tonight."

"Luke, don't do anything you're not supposed to." As that left my mouth, I wished I hadn't said it.

But Luke just smiled. "You haven't changed. You're still looking out for me."

"I shouldn't have said that, Luke. You're an adult and don't need me telling you what to do." I was sure I was blushing.

"I just appreciate you, Paige. And the pink cheeks look good with your red hair."

I knew it was worse now, and I was happy we were alone in the lobby.

"Listen, we play UCLA on Saturday at Pauley. I can get you a ticket for that, too. But, I'd love to get together with you on Friday, maybe for lunch, just to talk."

He looked hopeful.

"Sure. I'd like that."

"I got to use the one car assigned to us, so could you pick me up?" It was his turn to be embarrassed.

"No problem."

He gave me his hotel's address, we hugged again, and he hurried off.

I was buzzed through the security door.

"Big guy," she said.

"Sure is. I helped him at the study table in college."

"He must be very appreciative of that to come here to see you."

"He plays basketball, and they're playing USC tonight and UCLA on Saturday. It's a long trip from Ohio."

"Still, it was nice of him to look you up."

"He's a very considerate man."

"Sounds like it," she said and smiled.

I went back to work - sort of. The Sounds like it and the smile from the receptionist caused me to think about Luke. It couldn't have been easy for him to come visit me, yet he'd done it. Plus, he'd hugged me twice, and I realized I'd hugged him back. What was happening?

That sometime I'd decided earlier, difficult as it had been, was not to call Keith but to wait for him to call me. It had been two weeks when he finally called, asking me if I was okay. We'd talked for ten minutes, mostly about him and what was happening in Japan, before he said he had to leave for a late meeting. It saddened me, but I think I'd found the answer I needed.

I stopped at will call at the Galen Center and received my ticket. When I showed it to an usher, he took me nearly courtside to directly behind Luke's team bench. Coach Logan spotted me and came over to talk.

"I hear you getting to be a big wheel at JPL," he said and chuckled.

"Luke exaggerates a lot," I replied. "But he's not the only one I recognize out there."

"I'm sure, and you've had an impact on more lives than you know. I hope our study table can find more people like you to help our programs."

"Thank you so much, but I enjoyed almost every minute of it."

"Very honestly, Luke has told me more than once that you're why he's the basketball player he is now, and the leader he is now. He's the heart of things here. Thanks for all you've done."

I wasn't sure what to say, so I just smiled.

Luke returned to the bench after warmups and gave me a small wave. The game began, and I was amazed at how big and strong he'd become. I hadn't really seen it at JPL since he was fully dressed, but in his uniform, his muscles and bulk were obvious. He hustled and fought and, with two minutes left in the first half, shot a three that hit only net. He pointed directly at me as he came down the court. At half time, we were ahead by eight points, Luke having scored eighteen points himself.

The second half wasn't quite as exciting as we maintained an eight-to-ten-point lead the whole time. Luke finished with thirty-one points, a new personal high for him. After the game, I talked to several of the players who I'd helped at study table. My cheeks were a little pink again as they all said they missed me, and the study table help they had now was nothing like I used to provide.

Talk like that always made me wonder if I should just go for a master's and a PhD and become a professor. I seemed to have a talent for helping people, and that might be more rewarding than working at JPL, although, at the moment, I had trouble imagining that.

I talked with Luke on Friday and made arrangements to pick him up so we go to lunch together and talk a little. He was waiting when I arrived, and he got into my car with a little effort. I'd purchased a used Honda Fit, and they're not very large. Even with the front passenger seat all the way back, his knees nearly blocked his view out the windshield.

"You're kind of tall for a lady. I'm surprised you bought a car this small."

"But if I were a man, I'd be just regular size, so it works fine for me," I replied with a laugh.

"I suppose so. I hope you know someplace to eat because I don't have a clue."

"Keith and I used to eat Chinese a lot, and I know where we can get that if you're into Chinese."

"Yeah, good for me. Training table food is always high class and very nutritional, but sometimes I'd like to just have some junk food."

"Chinese isn't junk food."

"Oh, don't take that personally, but I think you know what I mean."

"I do, and I doubt Chinese is a main feature of the training table."

"Amen to that." He was silent for a moment. "You mentioned Keith. How are you two doing?"

I'd nearly forgotten that I'd mentioned Keith's name, and I guess I wasn't surprised that Luke asked about him and us. What should I tell him? I knew that I wasn't feeling very optimistic about everything with Keith. We almost never talked, and for some reason, I had a suspicion that he might have a Japanese girlfriend. She wouldn't have to be Japanese, I suppose. She could be another American working at the factory.

I smiled at Luke as I considered my answer since I wondered if his question was more than just casual interest. And what if it was? Yes, what if it was?

"Listen, I'm not trying to pry or be nosey. You can forget I asked that."

I think he could sense from my hesitation that things between Keith and I weren't what they had been. And this might be a good time for me to face that reality.

"Since he's been in Japan, things haven't gone as smoothly as they used to."

"He's in Japan?" Luke looked amazed.

"Yes, he took a job with an auto company and they sent him there for training. Now it appears he'll be there longer and said they were talking about having him work in India where they want to build a plant."

"India seems like not only a foreign land, but I don't know ... "

"I know exactly what you mean. I'm not sure I could give up everything here and live in India." The look on Luke's face told me I needed to continue. "No, he hasn't asked me, and we hardly talk anymore. Two or three weeks between calls."

I could see him mulling over what I'd said, and I wondered what his reaction to it might be.

"You know how I've always felt about you, Paige. I'm what I am and where I am because of you. Without you, I'd be stocking shelves at a Kroger store or something like that."

We'd arrived at the restaurant and went inside, were seated, and ordered.

"Order what you want," I said. "It's on me."

"Oh no, you don't. I'm buying," he countered. "And don't feel sorry for me. The NIL money I'm getting allows me to buy lots of things, but none more important than buying your lunch."

"That's sweet, Luke. And I forget about the NIL money."

"What I was saying before we walked in here. You have a special place with me, and you always have."

He paused, and I knew he was pondering what he'd say next. And I wanted to hear what that might be. Whatever he said, I think I'd be okay with it. At least for the moment.

"I'm just working to see what that place really is."

"Will you be out this way again during the season?" I asked, giving him a chance to think.

"Sort of, but it will be in Washington and Oregon, so not close."

"What if I took a day or two off work and met you there? You'll probably have time between the two games like you had here." I think I was trying to encourage him to step out if that's what he really wanted. Plus, I was hoping that that's what I really wanted, as well, if he did.

"You'd really do that because I could probably get you the good tickets again?"

If it was possible for a muscular six-foot-nine-inch man with a beard to have a very soft and nearly tender expression on his face, Luke had done it.

"Sure, I enjoy watching you play and getting to talk with you."

"Last night was a good one. The first time I've hit thirty points, and you were there. I'm anxious to see how I do tomorrow." He laughed. "I may be featured on ESPN Sunday."

Our food arrived, and we began eating, Luke his shrimp fried rice, and me my chicken chow mein. It hit the spot, and I was able to sit there silently, enjoying the looks I was getting from Luke.

We finished lunch and headed back to his hotel.

"I actually brought some books with me, and I'll get a little studying done this afternoon."

I remembered his first couple of days at study table and couldn't keep from smiling.

"I know why you're smiling, and it's gonna happen. But I need to share something with you."

"Something serious?"

"I guess so. Several pro teams have expressed interest in me. So, I may go pro and skip my senior year." When I looked concerned, he reached across the table and swallowed up both my hands in his. I hadn't realized how big his hands were. "I swear to you I'll finish my degree as quickly as possible." He squeezed my hands. "Deal? Are you with me?"

"How could I not be, Luke?"

He looked at me intently. "I'm glad you agreed, or I wouldn't do it."

"Are you serious, Luke?"

"You haven't misled me yet, Paige."

I took a deep breath. I wasn't sure I was ready for that much responsibility.

"You're special, way more special than you imagine, Paige."

The words were one thing, but the expression on his face and the look in his eyes was something else. Luke was telling me more than his words were saying. And much as I hoped for more, I doubted I'd get it today from Luke.

We were at his hotel, and he uncoiled himself from the seat and climbed out of the car. We met on the sidewalk.

He hugged me, and I hugged him right back.

"Paige, I'm considering this lunch as our first date unless you protest."

I just squeezed him again. I was content with it being our first date, and I was ready for more.

As we broke the hug, he said, "I love your red hair."

I hadn't always been glad I had red hair, but today it seemed fine.

~~~

Back at work, I learned that I'd be spending four days in Florida reviewing how my project would fit in. When the time came, I flew to Florida with one of the female engineers who was also working on the project.

When we finished our first day's work, it was still early, and I decided to head for the beach. There were beaches in Cali, but the water was so cold it was difficult to swim, and I enjoyed swimming. I'd tossed my relatively modest bikini into the suitcase at the last minute and I pulled it on in my motel room. On a sudden whim, I called Luke.

"Hey, you caught me between classes. Where are you?"

"In Florida and ready to hit the beach."

"Wow, sounds like fun. A little too cold here for the beach. What are you doing?"

"Propping the phone," which I did, and then stepped back.

"Ho-ly shit," he said. "I've got no words to tell you how good that looks to me, Paige."

I had no words to tell him why I'd done it.

"I thought I'd surprise you a little." I retrieved the phone, and we were face to face again.

"Well, you made my day, lady."

I chuckled. "We'll have to get together this summer and go swimming."

"Listen, take a photo of the view I just saw and send it to me."

"Luke, I'm not sure about that."

"I want to use it as the wallpaper on my phone."

"Now, I'm sure that I'm not sure," I said, laughing.

"Think about it. It would make me really happy. Guh, I have to go to class, but maybe we can talk this evening."

"I'm sure. I'll call when we finish dinner here."

"Perfect, just like you, Paige."

I shook my head so he could see it before telling him goodbye.

I looked at the clock. It was ten minutes past four and ten minutes past nine in Japan. After what I'd just done, I decided it was time to do something more. I called Keith.

"I have a meeting in ten minutes, so I can't talk very long, Paige."

Well, good morning to you too, Keith, I thought. After that, I was sure the call was needed.

"I'll just say it simply, then. I think what we had before you went to Japan isn't there any longer, so if you'd like to find another girlfriend, that would be fine."

"Well, that's a surprise," he answered, but he didn't look too upset. "But I think you're probably right. I've had a couple of dates here and probably needed to say the same thing to you."

"Do you remember Luke from the study table? He's the big, tall basketball player."

He smiled. "I do, and I'm not surprised that you two are probably dating. You always seemed to have something special for him."

"It was just helping him study until very recently, but it sounds like we've both moved on and with no regrets."

"I guess so. But don't delete me from your phone. I'd love to keep up with what you're doing with NASA and stuff."

I chuckled. "I'm in Florida right now, at the Cape, checking on one of my projects."

"Fantastic. And if this helps, I'm almost certainly going to India and will be making lots of money, but I'm sure you wouldn't like to give up what you have to live in India."

If you're really in love, you're willing to give up lots of things, but in this instance, he was definitely right.

"We can keep each other posted."

"Very true, and I guess I'm glad that if it had to end, it could end this way."

"Me too, Keith. Talk to you later."

"Bye now."

That was much simpler that I'd expected it might be, and I'd have something to share with Luke that I'm sure he'd love to hear. I couldn't help but wonder how different my life might be if Keith hadn't gone to Japan. But I wasn't about to clutter my mind with aimless contemplation. I had something, i. e., someone to fill my thoughts.

~~~

I was to meet Luke in Seattle at the University of Washington. Much like had happened previously, they played Oregon on Thursday night and went to Seattle to spend their Friday. We'd only have an hour or so this time as the plane from Eugene to Seattle had been delayed, and they had to compress all of their activities.

I'd spent a couple of hours in their hotel lobby, waiting for the team to arrive, and had actually read several romantic stories from a website I'd stumbled upon. I think reading them had its effect, as I was anxious to see Luke. When they did get there, Luke had two hours before they had a shoot-around, which gave us an hour or so together. Luckily, there was a small deli next to the hotel, so we didn't have to waste any time. I hadn't told him about my conversation with Keith, knowing we'd be together soon and I could tell him in person.

"My gosh, Paige, I can't tell you how much I've missed being with you just like this, in person and not from two thousand miles apart."

I grabbed one of his big hands. "That works both ways, and I have something to share with you."

"I like it when you share things. What is it?"

"I had a conversation with Keith and told him I'd had a couple of dates with you and that he should maybe look for a new girlfriend in Japan."

"I think the elephant in the room just left," he said as he squeezed my hand. "And did he agree?"

"He did, and said he'd had a couple of dates there as well, and it was almost certain that he was going to be assigned to India. He said he knew it would be hard for me to give everything up to live there."

Luke took a deep breath. "It wasn't from the first day you helped me at study table, but maybe the second or third, that I knew that I wanted to be more than just another jock that you were helping, but I was afraid it would never happen."

"I remember when you asked me about Keith and the look on your face when I said that he was my boyfriend. I'd have had to be blind and totally insensitive to have missed that."

"You're neither of those, and I may score fifty tomorrow night."

"I'd like that," I said with a big smile.

"Listen, did you have trouble getting away from work, because if you did, you don't have to stay for the game. Seeing you like this is plenty for me, and the last thing I need is to be the cause of work issues for you."

"It was no problem. I told them I'd work weekends to make up the time, and they just laughed. They said they knew I'd finish my work, and they weren't concerned about it at all. My boss even said he hoped I was a good luck charm for you."

"They know about me?"

"Well, we don't get many six-foot-nine-inch guys coming into our lobby to visit someone, so everyone has insisted that I keep them up to date on how you're doing and how we're doing."

"How are we doing?" he asked, smiling at me.

"Lean across this table, and I'll show you."

We both leaned, and there was a short, gentle, but meaningful kiss exchanged.

"Do you realize how happy you make me?" he asked, our faces still close together.

"I think so," I replied, and that works in both directions.

We talked more, held hands, and exchanged one more kiss before he had to get back together with the team. Outside the hotel, I was greeted by three of the players I'd been able to tutor last year. Basketball players are big and give great hugs.

It was nearly a thousand miles from LA to Seattle, so I'd chosen to fly and rent a car. If I'd driven, I'd have had to stay overnight somewhere, so the flying worked out much better. Rather than try to find my way around Seattle to see the sights, I'd just signed up for a three-hour tour, which should do me well. I'd brought some of my more interesting work with me and could spend the afternoon and early evening taking care of that. The game was at seven; I'd spend the night and fly back to LA in the morning. It was a lot of effort to spend an hour with Luke, but it was worth it since we saw each other so infrequently.

All went pretty much as planned except that Luke didn't get his fifty points, only twenty-nine, but he did corral sixteen rebounds, which was a new career high. I received a nice hug after the game, then three more hugs before the team headed to the locker room.

At work on Monday, several people noted that they had seen me sitting behind the bench and then getting a big hug after the game. That made me blush, but everyone agreed that Luke was a cool and nice-looking guy. I had to agree with that.

I only got to see him play one more time on TV during the regular season. He and the team were able to win their first two games in the NCAA tournament but lost in the sweet-16 round by two points in overtime. When I talked to him the next day, he was upset with himself for fouling out with six minutes left in the game.

"Isn't that just the second time you've fouled out?" I asked him.

"Third time, but I hate to get outsmarted, and that's what happened. I had two charging fouls, which I almost never get because my defensive guy juked me into driving, which he knew I'd do, and he was ready. And he did it twice."

"And I thought you were perfect," I teased, trying to change his mood.

"You're the only perfect one," he said, winking at me.

I guess I'd been successful in changing the mood.

"I can't wait for this summer when we can spend lots of time together."

I knew the answer, but I asked anyway. "How's that going to work?"

"I think you know how it'll work. I'm coming to California, and one of two things will happen."

"Luke, I can hardly wait for that to happen, but -- "

" -- No decisions need to be made today, Paige. I've already been working with my professors to see if I can finish my classes early. I fibbed a little, Paige. I told them it was a family issue rather than that I wanted to spend more time with my girlfriend."

I couldn't keep from laughing. But it made me feel good that he was that anxious to be with me. But going back to what he'd said before, I had a decision to make. I knew he could come to California and rent an apartment or an Airbnb, or, and it was a big or, he could move in with me. I knew that other people did that, but this was me. I still had time to think, and I sensed that Luke wouldn't push the issue and would allow me to decide.

The time passed quickly; April arrived, and Luke called.

"I'm packing the car," he said.

"Is this an April fools joke?" I asked, chuckling.

He turned the phone so I was looking out the window. He was packing the car.

"How did you finish so quickly?"

"I had this study table tutor who showed me how to get things done."

"Luke, come on."

"It all goes back to that, Paige."

I knew he was right, and I treasured it, but it made me self-conscious when he'd say it.

"Two thousand miles to go, Paige. I'll make it in three days."

"Luke, don't push it too much. I don't want to pick you up from a hospital in Nebraska."

"I'm anxious but careful. I'll text you with my progress, and we can talk at bedtime."

I knew he'd be leaving on April 2nd, which was a Tuesday. He was planning on being here late Thursday evening. He hadn't said anything about where he was planning to stay. I sighed. He'd stay with me, at least on Thursday.

He texted, and we talked, and then I waited. At a little before ten on Thursday, I thought I heard a car outside. When I opened the front door, he was halfway up the steps. I was easily swept up in his arms, and we were inside. He set me down and looked at me. I didn't want to wait and threw my arms around his neck.

This kiss was different from the one at the deli. It was long, passionate, and involved lips, tongues, and bodies as well. At last, we separated.

"The thought of doing that kept me going for three days. And, after all this time, we're physically together. I'm here till midnight, and then I'll go to the motel."

After that kiss, there was no way I was going to let him go.

"Do you have a reservation?"

"No, but it'll be okay."

"Well, you have a reservation here if you'd like to use it."

"To answer that, let me grab my overnight bag from the car."

That was the answer to question one. But there was one more.

As Luke came through the door, I said, "Put it in my room."

"Paige, are you sure? I know you have two bedrooms here." His words were saying one thing, but the look on his face was saying something else.

"The only way we can sleep together is if you're in my room."

"Sleep together?"

"Yes, and sleep together has two meanings, you know," I said, smiling at him.

He set his bag down and walked over to me, kissing me on the cheek.

"Have you ever heard of bundling or a bundling board?"

"I don't think so."

"Aha! The student will be able to explain something to the tutor. Bundling started in England or maybe Wales-they aren't quite sure- but it became very popular over here in the 1800s, particularly in New England. It was a way for a couple to be together without you know what happening. Sometimes there was a big board between them, or there could be a big sleeping bag arrangement sewn down the middle so they were physically separated."

That sounded interesting. "I'm fresh out of boards and sleeping bags, but I may have a solution." I went to my dresser and pulled out a pair of heavy sweatpants and a sweatshirt. "Best I can do, Luke," I said, holding them up to him.

"I've got almost the same thing packed in the car somewhere."

"If I really wear this, I'll have to turn the air conditioner way down."

"You mean you'll be too hot if you don't, and you'll have to take them off?"

"We both would be, wouldn't we? Be too hot, that is."

Even though I thought I knew the answer, I wondered if we could get through the night without succumbing to our passions unless we did something special, like a bundling board. Luke was looking at me, and I could see he was going to say something. But first, he hugged me.

"Paige, I'm here for the summer and maybe longer. We have plenty of time for everything, and I can't imagine many things much nicer than climbing into bed and squeezing you against me, savoring the aroma of that hair, and listening to the sound of your breathing."

"That's exactly what I'd like, Luke."

"You know, we can talk in bed just as easily as we can on the couch or sitting in chairs."

"It's been a long three days, and I bet you're tired of sitting."

"I've never been so happy to get somewhere. For more than one reason."

"Let's get going."

I went to my bathroom to change, and as I closed the door, I realized that my nightwear was not anything like the sweatpants and shirt we'd talked about. I pulled them off the hook on the back of the door. Shorty pajamas, lacy and lightweight. I'd never checked to see if anything could be seen through them. It was too late now, and I wasn't even going to check. I was sure Luke would let me know. I stripped and put on the pajamas. I was ready, except I couldn't resist, and I checked the mirror. It wasn't see-through, but it wasn't sweat clothes either.

I knocked on the door. "Are you ready?"

"As ready as I'm going to be."

I pondered that for just a second, then opened the door and stepped into the bedroom. Luke was there in a pair of gym shorts. He just stared at me for five or ten seconds, and I wasn't sure what to do.

"I may have to take back that deal we made earlier."

"Luke!"

"Teasing, but I never dreamed that I'd have a girlfriend as gorgeous as you, Paige."

"I do love that you feel that way, Luke."

"You're a freakin' babe, Paige."

I'd never been called that before, but I couldn't deny that the look on Luke's face, as he said it made it meaningful to me.

We climbed into bed, Luke pressing against my back with his arm around my waist. I'd pictured this happening in my daydreams occasionally, but reality was much better than dreaming. We talked in nearly a whisper as our heads were just inches apart. I don't know how long we talked, and there were pauses. During one of the pauses, I felt Luke's arm relax. He was asleep.

I smiled. He was here with me from April until at least September, but I knew the National Basketball Association draft was near the end of June. That would be a traumatic two days for me since that would almost certainty determine where he'd be playing pro ball. He could be here in Los Angeles, or Miami, New York, Dallas, or Toronto, Canada. With my experience with Keith, I wasn't anxious for Luke to be outside of the country.

He was expecting to be drafted the first day, and that would probably mean a multi-million dollar contract. With that, my working wouldn't be a requirement, but could I give up the wonderful job I had to do ... what? I knew I was thinking way ahead, but it was impossible not to. With those thoughts rattling around loosely in my head, I fell asleep.

I awakened first and found that Luke had rolled away from me and was on his back, his covers thrown back. I couldn't keep from chuckling out loud as his gym shorts were not hiding a very prominent part of his anatomy. Understanding that I wasn't a total stranger to sex, having experimented some my freshman and sophomore years, makes it easy to understand why it was all I could do to keep from grabbing hold of it and watching his reaction. If he was going to be here for several months, things were going to happen.

I sat in the middle of the bed and stared. I guess I was shameless, but it was nearly impossible not to look at it. And looking brought all sorts of fantasies to mind. I decided that I needed to shower and dress unless I wanted our discussion of last night to be for naught.

As gently as I could, I slid off the bed, gathered shorts and a T-shirt from my dresser, and went to the bathroom. I was tempted to lock the door but decided I was ready for anything if he walked in. I was trying to decide if I'd be disappointed if he didn't when he knocked.

"Are you going to take a shower?"

Was he going to ask if he could join me? "Just ready to get started?"

"Is it okay if I shower in the other bathroom?"

I guess that answered my question. "Sure, help yourself."

The shower was invigorating, and I was ready for our first day together. Blushing furiously, I'd told my boss what was going on, and he told me I might be working evenings, but if I showed up on Friday, he'd recommend me for a psychological exam. So, we had three days before I had to go to work again.

I dressed, put my hair in a ponytail, and was ready for our day. I'd just gotten to the kitchen when Luke joined me.

"Pancakes, bacon, ham, eggs? I know you're used to the training table, so I tried to be prepared."

He laughed. "Come here." He hugged me, then took my cheeks in both his hands. "Our first day together, Paige, and I'll remember it forever."

He kissed me warmly and what seemed lovingly. It was so special I knew I'd remember it forever too.

"Now, about breakfast. Fix what you like, and I'll be happy with it."

I wasn't sure that a Poptart and a glass of orange juice would fill him up, so I fixed bacon, eggs, and toast.

After breakfast, Luke wanted to find a gym to join and somewhere he could practice basketball alone. We came across a church with a nearly new gym, which was more than happy to collect fifty dollars a week to give Luke two hours a weekday to practice. We found the health spa close by, and he joined.

We had lunch, and Luke wanted to go to the beach. It didn't take long to realize that he was determined to get a photo of me in my bikini. I'd never noticed people looking at me before, but I was a tall and well-put-together redhead walking along with a huge, bearded bundle of muscle, and I'm sure we were an impressive couple.

He got his photo and also had a passerby take one of the two of us. We had lunch at the beach, splashed along in the very cold water, and then went home.

Once home, we kissed again, Luke's hands touching every bit of bare skin he could easily reach. It was all I could do to keep from showing him more skin that I'd be eager for him to touch. I wanted to somehow really surprise him.

We'd unloaded his car during the afternoon, but at bedtime, he appeared in the same shorts he'd worn the night before. We kissed, cuddled, hugged, and talked just as we'd done and finally dropped off to sleep.

I awoke first again and peeked at my bedmate. All was as it had been the day before. It had to be Kismet, and I wasn't going to ignore the possibilities this second time. I slipped out from under the covers and pulled off my pajamas. That would surprise him if nothing else did. I chuckled. There would be plenty more to surprise him, for sure.

Back on the bed, I carefully pulled aside the leg of his shorts, much more fully exposing the morning wood that I'd heard about but never seen. It was very impressive, almost fully exposed, and I bent down, lifted it slightly with one hand, and closed my lips around it. With my tongue caressing the soft underside, my lips tightened around it, and I slowly took in as much as my mouth would hold.

His hips moved slightly, but he didn't wake up. I sucked hard and allowed his erection to slide through my lips, stopping at the head and allowing my tongue to caress the rim. Luke made a noise.

He raised his head. "Paige, you're naked," he grunted as I plunged down again. "Am I awake or dreaming?"

I released him and crawled up his body, kissing him with all of the passion that had been building since yesterday morning. He was returning the kiss, and his hands had suddenly sprung into action, squeezing my butt cheeks and forcing my muff to rub his erection. I'd been in control when I started, but things had changed in an instant. He flipped me onto my back and was poised over me, squeezing and kissing my breasts and teasing my nipples until they were stiff and long. When his teeth began tugging on them, I wasn't sure I could stand it.

He wasn't through, and I felt his hand probing between my legs. My younger experimentations with sex hadn't been anything like this, and I was so hot that my blood must be boiling. I felt his finger begin having sex with me, and my hips had a mind of their own. But that finger quickly found another extremely sensitive spot, and I found myself moaning and gasping for breath. He charged me up even further when he began whispering to me.

"You're gonna come for me, Paige, long and hard, and it will feel so good. And then we'll make it happen again."

Gasping, I struggled to grasp what he was saying. I'd never come more than once. What would happen if I ... The spasms were beginning, and electricity was zapping through my body, and I was certain every nerve in my body was firing in unison, my moans loud and nearly continuous.

"Luke, if I'd known it would be like this, I think I'd have started a while ago."

"I think that starting today is perfect. It's Sunday, and we have all day."

"I started this with that thing of yours, and I want it to finish things as well."

"There's nothing more I'd love to do than that, but ... "

"The drawer on your side of the bed. For you, I stocked the refrigerator and the bedside drawer."

"I've known you going on three years, Paige, but you surprise me all the time. Little surprises. This one is big."

He tore open the packet, and I watched as he rolled the condom on.

I was still breathing hard from the orgasm, but I lay back on the bed, opening my arms to him. Luke didn't hesitate, moving gently between my wide-spread legs. Some kisses to my nipples and then my lips. I reached around him to guide him home.

"Is this happening, Paige?"

"You asked that a while ago. What do you think now?" I asked as the head parted my labia."

As he slowly entered me, he said, "It's happening, and I hope it keeps happening for the rest of my life.

He'd never said anything quite like that before that indicated a future together for us. They were beautiful words that I hadn't realized how much I'd longed to hear. Nearly three years together, and maybe many, many more.

"Keep making it happen, then," I urged as I gently lifted my hips.

In seconds, I was completely filled, and I wrapped my arms around his back and my legs around his waist.

"Another moment I'll savor now and never forget," he said, as he began to move."

It was nearly heavenly as we found a rhythm, the sounds of our bodies moving together a beautiiful music that I longed to hear over and over as well. When he suddenly stilled, and I could feel his body jerking, particularly inside of me, as he filled the condom with each spasm.

It was nearly noon after the second and third times when we finally crawled out of bed to begin our day. I suggested that, if we hurried, we could enjoy a wonderful brunch at a hotel that had been recommended by people at work. We made it on time, and everything was delicious, a sort of mini-celebration of what had happened earlier this morning. I knew that my life was in the process of going through a number of changes, and, as always with changes, I was anxious and a little wary.

EPILOG

The first thing that happened took place in the front lobby at work where Luke proposed to me in front of my boss and several fellow workers. Even down on one knee, Luke's head was at the level of at least two of the women. I might be a NASA engineer dealing with robotics, space vehicles, and possible lunar equipment, but I sobbed when he asked if I'd make him the happiest man in the world. Some say that's cliche, but unless you've experienced it, you can't totally understand it. The ring was beautiful, and now I had a wedding to plan.

Luke spent several hours a week at the conditioning place and two hours a day at the church gymnasium. He spent an hour shooting three-pointers and another hour dribbling and handling the ball. I went with him occasionally and fed the ball to him so he could shoot the threes off of receiving a pass. I shot a little, too, which was fun and brought back memories.

We planned an August wedding for Ohio since my family was there and Luke's was close by. He wanted to get it done before the start of his preseason work with whatever team might draft him. And that was the source of some worry.

We wanted him to go to one of the Los Angeles teams, the Lakers or the Clippers, but the Lakers had the seventeenth pick, and the Clippers didn't draft until number forty-six, so Luke well might not be available by then. We still hadn't decided what to do and had our first argument when he suggested that, rather than play in Boston or Miami or some other far-off city, he'd just finish college and get a job.

Not only had his goal in life been to play professional basketball, we were talking about many millions of dollars. He just shrugged and said that I was more important than millions of dollars. That did dampen my arguing quite a bit. Plus, I knew it wasn't just talk to make me happy, but he was very serious about it.

He'd had serious discussions with several teams and, days before the draft, trades and other maneuvering allowed the Lakers to draft Luke. I'm sure the neighbors wondered why we were dancing up and down the sidewalk.

September was a significant month for us. On Luke's first day of professional practice, the doctor confirmed my pregnancy. I was ecstatic. Approximately three years ago I'd noticed a very tall and disinterested athlete at the study table, and now, he was the father of our baby. Between that first day and now, I'd thought this same thing might be happening with Keith. That seemed so far away now but had been very real then.

I can't imagine anyone being happier or more content than I was. At least once a week, Luke reminded me that this is all your fault because you were kind, caring, and concerned about a deadbeat basketball player. I guess he's right, and I'm glad I was that way. Deciding to work at the study table formed the future direction of my life.