Chapter Two

Tim rolled Tyra's arm off his chest and lifted himself off the hard mattress that was squeezed into the corner of the caravan. Standing up, he stretched and walked over to the bar fridge at the end of the bed.

"Where are you going, Tim" Tyra yawned rolling away from him onto her side, her long dirty blond hair falling lightly over her back.

"Got practice this morning. Buddy says Coach is back in town." Tim pulled a Budweiser out of the fridge and busted the cap on the metal doorframe.

"Honey, I thought you were going to stop that drinking in the morning. Weren't you trying to get in shape?"

Tim nudged Tyra softly with his foot. "You're saying I'm not in shape now?"

She wrestled him back into bed, running her hands over his smooth skin, feeling his hard body. He was still in shape. Somehow, life wasn't fair and some people never seemed to age no matter what they did. Tim nursed the Bud in his hand above them as they smooched and played with each other.

"I gotta go, Tyra. You can go back to sleep." He took a long swig of the Bud and slammed it down on top of the fridge. "I want to show Coach I've changed. I'm kinda hoping he might be able to get me a tryout"

Tyra sat up. "A try out? Try out for what, Tim? You just got this coaching job"

"Yeah, I know but I was kind thinking of playing ball again. I blew it with San Antonio state and I've been thinking about it ever since. Maybe if I could just stick at something for a little while" He pulled in his tight blue jeans and Tyra grabbed his leg to pull him closer to her.

"Aw, Tim. Of course you could do it, honey. I believe in you. Is that what you want though? I just think you've got this great job, you're working with Matt. Why don't you stick to that?"

Tim ran his hand through his long dirty brown hair, slicking it back over his head.

"Sure. Maybe we should just move in with your Mom now and we'll be stuck in Dillon forever. I haven't got a problem with that. Have you? Bye, Tyra." Tim opened the door to leave.

"Grr...why do you have to be such a jerk, Riggins?" Tyra narrowed her eyes at Tim as he flashed an infuriating grin at her.

"Bye, Tyra"

He slammed the door so that it didn't close properly and Tyra watched through the crack in the flimsy metal caravan door as he ambled out towards his big blue Ford explorer, the light that streamed through the opening making her simmer with a confused mixture of lust and anger.