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the local sporting goods store. That worked well for me, because I was hoping that I’d run into Coach there.
     
    One day, my dream came true. I only had a couple of days left with the Richardsons. I’d found a boarding house that I was going to move into. The price was right, even though the house was rundown and a lot dirtier than I would have liked. It was a roof, and they provided breakfast and dinner. I only had to figure out lunch for myself. If it came down to it, I’d skip lunch every day.
     
    I was just finishing up my shift when Coach Meyers came through my line. “Hi, Coach,” I said, trying to make my voice sound sexy.
     
    Coach smiled down at me. He was a former football player and well over six feet. I’m five foot two with heels on. “Hi there, Nikole. Are you enjoying your new job?”
     
    “I love it,” I told him enthusiastically. The truth was, until that moment, I hadn’t much cared for it. Now that he was standing in front of me, it seemed like the most glamorous job in the world.
     
    “Are you heading to college soon?” he asked while I rang up his purchases. He was using his teacher to student voice. I hated that voice. I wanted to hear his “I’m aroused and trying not to show it” voice.
     
    “I’m going to the community college here in town. I want to stay close,” I said looking up at him through my eyelashes.
     
    “I didn’t think you had any family here. And you’ve lived here for less than a year, haven’t you? Why would you want to stay?” he asked. “You should be going to a big university. With your brains, the sky’s the limit!”
     
    “I don’t have family here. But you’re here. Where else would I want to go?” I asked him. “If I decide to, I can always transfer after a couple of years anyway. I’ll have the grades for it.”
     
    He sighed. “Nikole, I don’t even know how to respond to that.”
     
    I handed him his change, running my finger along the palm of his hand. I could see the passion ignite in his eyes. I wanted him, and he knew it. “How do you want to respond?”
     
    He looked around to see who was there. There was only one other register open and the girl running it was with someone. No one was close enough to hear. “What time do you get off work, Nikole?”
     
    Was he asking me for a date? Or did he just want to explain, again, how it wouldn’t work out between us? “In about ten minutes,” I told him. I had worked the early shift that day. It was almost four.
     
    “Are you expected at home as soon as you get off work?” he asked.
     
    I shook my head. “Now that school is out, they don’t pay any attention to me coming and going.”
     
    He looked at me for a moment, almost like he was fighting with himself. “I’ll be in the parking lot in a white Chevy pick-up. Come find me when you’re done.”
     
    I quickly counted out my drawer and almost skipped out to the parking lot. I scanned the lot, and at first didn’t see the truck. I thought he’d left, but then I spotted him, way at the back. I walked over to the truck and climbed in the passenger side.
     
    I found myself wishing that I was wearing something sexier. Here I was in my work clothes, a pair of khaki slacks, and a white button-up shirt. At least I knew my body was still as good as it ever was. I may be short, but I have a fabulous body. I’m slender through the middle with large high tits and a great ass. I know that sounds conceited but it’s true.
     
    I looked over at Coach and smiled. “Hi.” I removed the scrunchie from my long blond hair and shook it out, until it fell down past my shoulders.
     
    He put the truck in gear and started driving. I had no idea where he was going, and honestly, I didn’t care. I totally trusted him. He already owned my heart. Why not my body as well?
     
    I buckled my seat belt and turned toward him as he drove. I wanted to be able to see him. I loved his face. His jawline was strong. His body was still in perfect