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Reminds me of college days when i stayed at the coach's home for the last 6wks before graduation because of a problem with my scholarship housing. His wife always had her eyes on me and though we never spoke about it, we both knew what we wanted. Then one night they had a celebration party at the house for him being inducted in a special group and he got drunk and passed out. I helped her put him in. Ed and as I was about to exit the room ahe held my hand.
