The P。E。 department office smelled like stale potato chips and feet。 A huge stack of old
magazines was on the floor； topped with the swimsuit issue； which sported a picture of some
impossibly hot Brazilian chick wearing nothing but what looked like a chain…mail thong。 Her
freckled arms hugged her bare chest casually； and she was laughing at the camera； as if to
say； ？Dare me to drop my arms！？
Nate was tempted to pick the magazine up and check it out but he resisted； pulling open the wide
drawer beneath Coach？s green metal desktop instead。 The drawer was a mess； full of those small
foil bags of honey…roasted peanuts they pass out on airplanes； bottles of whiteout； bulldog clips；
Advil； ice packs； and various vials of prescription medicine。 Nate sorted through them until he
found the one he was looking for。 Casually； he dropped it in his Brooks Brothers khakis pocket
and slipped out of the office。
The other boys were still listening to the coach brag about how many times he？d gotten his wife
pregnant。
？I was already married by the time I was your age；？ the coach was saying。
？Whoa；？Nate？s teammates murmured in horror。
Actually； being already married to Blair might have saved him a lot of trouble； Nate thought a
little nonsensically。
Right。 Like being married would have kept him from cheating on her？
？Yo； Babes！？ Jeremy shouted over to Nate。 He hitched up his jeans and grabbed another
Heineken out of the cooler。 ？You got a girl hiding in the bathroom or what？？
The other boys looked up expectantly。 Despite being a dumb； handsome jock just like the rest of
them； Nate always managed to deliver the most surprises。 The mere fact tha