Pg 3

4th and goal, with 10 seconds on the clock. Time to win the game. With all the confidence he could muster, the young Quarterback walked across the room. Gently he wrapped his arms around his teacher. "We could do this again some time, or we could do it right now." Taylor felt her will power drain away.  All her strength, all her professionalism, drained away into the young man's arms. "I'm tired of just looking and fantasizing, I want to do more."

Taylor was lost.  He had been fantasizing about her; about her! Her head was swimming. Instinctively she reached back and caressed Jason's neck. The little devil was in control now.  Feebly she protested that it was wrong, and that they should stop; but Jason had gone too far to stop now. He had risked too much. He heard the coach's voice in his head: "Son, Fortune Favors the Bold! Winners make their own chances. Winners seize the day! Are you a winner? Well are you son?!"  With his heart threatening to burst out of his chest, he whispered: "It feels pretty right to me, and I know it feels right to you. You deserve to be happy. You deserve to be loved."  Taylor was lost. The scandal, she shame, her job.  None of it mattered now. She couldn't resist any longer. She was lost.