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"Turn over on your side," he tells evoice, and I like his whistle I stare at his hairy calves and his black socks and his shoes that look like they by, with cleats on the happens My eyes are starting to feel like theya spasm, but it’ll relax soon Just take it easy Close your eyes"

I do as I’m told After a few seconds, the constriction in my chest eases and I’rass is blurry I blink at it, but it doesn’t come into focus

"I can’t see"

He hunkers down and squints at ain, and now I recognize this This is what the world looks like with one contact in

The guy is kind of blurry, too, but in a nice way He has really short brown hair in tight curls and a diot knocked out?"

"I do Was that woman made of bricks?"

He smiles Dimples there, too Dihs you by a hundred pounds That was pretty hard-core You want a hand getting up?"

I take his hand, thinking, I got hit so hard I lost a contact

"I’m Scott," he says

I’, Oh ot tackled and I’m not dead I’uess I must haveme Carrie while he fetches me some water from the Carson Athletic Depart chair

I watch the gaure out more of the rules I ask Scott to explain the tricky bits He does, and when he dio ahead and smile back at him

What can it hurt? He doesn’t know oes off a few minutes later Quinn looks atback onto the field

Afterward, I learn that all rugby gaotiable The Carson team’s coach shakes Quinn’s hand and drives away, and the rest of us forethe railroad tracks that bisect Putnam’s campus We pass the science center and the phallic sculpture that reirls tries to clih the door of the bar,so filthy it makes me blush Scott is besideto sing?" he asks

"I don’t know the words"

He smiles "You really are new at this, aren’t you?"

"I never touched a rugby ball before today"

My vision’s a little blurry with just one contact in, but I can still see all his diht, plus the one in his chin Quadruple dimples When he steps up to the bar with one of the women on his team to order the first pitchers in an endless stream of beer, I close one eye so I can appreciate how broad his shoulders are, the chiseled shape of his calf ether in the by woratified, a few minutes later, when Scott sits by e players

When he throws an arh with excitement and wariness in a co with you He likes you

He looks nice, but how nice is anybody, really? What does he look at when he jerks off?

Maybe he’s seenso friendly He thinks I’ , his body loose, everything about hiby today?"

I remind myself that just because my pictures are online doesn’t mean every ross porn picture sites before August, and while I know guys look at a lot irls do, I don’t think thatthe Internet for crotch shots in every second of their free tiuy who thinks et to know me better

More than possible Likely

So I take a deep breath I smell yeasty beer and dirt and perspiration I look around the table and think, I’ot my back And if they trust Scott--if they like him, which they obviously do--then it’s okay for -armed me into it"

"Really?" His eyes kind of flick over me, but not in a perverted way Just in the norirl when he’s about to say, "You don’t strike -armed"

"Well, I was kind of drunk at the tiirls is standing on a chair, pint glass in the air Everyone is shouting and happy, and I can’t concentrate on more than snatches of conversation

"Blow jobs" "Six tries" "The best rucker in the universe" "World Cup"

Quinn grinning her widest grin, wiggling her fingers, saying, "Soet off"

Gwen pours and pushes a glass in my direction "Drink!"

When she turns away, I tell Scott, "Just so you know, I’ I have a quiz to, either" I look at his glass and see that he’s got water instead of beer I hadn’t noticed "I’nated driver"

"Is this, like, your job?" I ask

"No, I get paid to assist the coach during the gairls are et themselves killed on the way home"