？I？m actually not feeling that well。？ He wasn？t even lying； really； since the thought of what
might happen if he didn？t get out of there made him feel totally queasy。Wincing in pain？ but
trying not to overdo it？Nate let out a pathetic cough。
？Poor boy；？ she cooed； using one hand to cinch her flimsy robe closed。 She placed her other palm
against his furrowed brow。 ？You do feel a little warm。？
Maternal instinct andBasic Instinct ？what a disturbing mix。
？Yeah。？ he agreed； backing away。 ？I don？t know if I can tackle the lawn today。？
？No； of course not。We should get you out of those clothes and right into bed。 I can make you
some nice herbal？？
？I should really just go；？ Nate interrupted the disturbing quasi…porno scenario Babs was
describing。 He didn？t want to trade her Mrs。 Robinson fantasies for some skanky nurse setup。 ？In
fact； I think I hear my ride outside。？
？You just rest and take it easy；？ Babs cooed。 ？Don？t you worry about work。 I？ll tell Coach you
need a rest。 He？s wearing you down。？
？Thanks Mrs。 M。？ Nate nodded gratefully as he bounded off the porch。 Forgetting that he was
supposed to be sick； he whooped with delight when he heard a car horn and saw Anthony？s black
BMW turn recklessly into the coach？s driveway。Saved。
？You sure you？re just playing sick？？ Anthony momentarily took his eyes off the road to study
Nate； who was sunk low in the cream…colored reclined leather seat； shielding his eyes from the
bright sunlight with his hand。
？No； dude； I？m fine；？ Nate assured him； fiddling with the dashboard vents so that the cool blast
of AC was aimed directly at his face。 ？Babs was just； you know； ing on kind of strong。？