Daniel Stopframe arrived to his apartment after his run in with that miss Puppington fellow. He had previously applied to become a coach that week. The job had conveniently became available since Stopframe had moved in, as the previous coach Norm Fakey was being promoted to Principal.

Daniel made himself a martini before he sat at his desk bringing out a notebook he had started to write in, filled with notes regarding his various plans while in Moralton. The bulk of it was notes on the daily lives of the Puppington family. An obsession he could hardly pinpoint why he had. Why did that Clay Puppington excite him so much? Why did the thought of getting in between that marriage make him so giddy?

It terrified Stopframe...If he was obsessed, there was chance he could feel something had he failed in his plot.

Stopframe wrote down some notes:

"Mrs. Puppington is clearly unhappy, and vying for my attention. I can only assume that Clay is as tired of the marriage as she is, probably more so. I'm too anxious to approach Clay outright. I don't know why...I don't really care he's in a position of power (being the mayor and all)...I've never had trouble seducing women or men. I'll need to take special care in not coming off as a complete idiot around that guy...Mrs. Puppington will be accompanying me in my upcoming coach tryout this coming Friday that is if she doesn't chicken out. I like to plan for everything but everything tells me she'd rather be with a stud like me for a day rather than a 'knock out man' like her husband any day of the week. I don't really care why she feels that way, but it is curious..."

Stopframe looked up from his desk noticing himself sweating from the excitement he felt in writing about the Puppingtons. He decided to change the subject from his obsession to his regular life:

"I think the previous coach has it in for me...Fakey I think his name was. Probably because I was slightly respectful towards the nurse...Who happens to be my half sister. She didn't even remember me, I guess some brain cells died after staying out here too long. Or maybe she was always dumb I'm not really sure...I hear she had a son herself recently around the same time the Puppingtons did...I guess that makes me an uncle now. I thank God and or Satan for making me a man. Imagine the loads of women I've made pregnant! The very thought makes me want to laugh in hysterics and pass out. All those little Daniels out there prowling around does sound a little cute aheheheh..."

Stopframe leaned back in his chair thinking about what he was going to do for the next few days in Moralton without offending anyone too harshly so he could remain under the radar...

-

Ms. Censordoll was in middle of sorting books in the library when she received a call. She promptly answered it: "What are you doing calling at this hour?"

"I'm sorry Ms. Censordoll! I just need a favor..." Norm Fakey spoke quietly and frantically at the same time.

"Oh Mr. Fakey...How bold of you to assume I would give you one..." Ms. Censordoll tapped the table with her finger in annoyance.

"The school board might hire that deviant from Sinville and I need you to get rid of him." Fakey hissed between his teeth as Censordoll eyed some documents on her table.

"Stopframe?" Censordoll raised an eyebrow as she ruffled through some papers on her desk.

"Yes! This man cannot be allowed to teach at my school!" Fakey exclaimed.

"And why do you think that?" Censordoll asked as she sipped on some tea.

"He comes from Sinville! He is a satanic sexual deviant." Fakey yelled and pounded the table where his phone laid.

"You tell me this...As if I'm not aware..." Censordoll tilted her head and cringed over the phone, somewhat angered that Norm Fakey hadn't noticed her omnipotence in the town.

"Don't you care that someone so...sinful could be teaching the children of Moralton?" Fakey attempted to grasp at straws. He really didn't care about that. He was far more concerned with a new stud like Stopframe possibly taking his affair with Nurse Bendy away from himself, but he figured Censordoll would care more so about the more 'Moral' standards in line with the educational system.

"You think far too much in the moment, Fakey."

"I- what...?"

"I will be there over seeing the coach practice applicants."

"Y-you will be?"

"Indeed. I suggest you find the positives in that Stopframe or I might make your affair a bit more apparent sooner rather than later..."

"H-how did..."

"As far as I see it, your sins are no better or worse than that Stopframe fellow...Except you chose to commit to a person." Censordoll gritted her teeth through the phone. She wasn't exactly angry at Fakey for cheating on his wife, more so playing on his fargile feelings about it. Plenty of Moralton was adultrous, Censordoll could at least respect Stopframe didn't really care if he was adultrous, that was lining up with her plans anyway.

"I...I...I'm sorry Ms. Censordoll..." Fakey trembled.

"Very good. Now let me do my real work." Censordoll hung up and brought up her file on Stopframe, eyeballing it briefly. and started to talk to herself.

"Why is it that small minds can never see the bigger picture? Oh that's right because I'm the only one here that can see it..."

Stopframe was a key to her long game plan. Its didn't matter if he was a sexual deviant, a satanist, pagan, homosexual, bisexual, whateversexual. All that mattered was she noticed his behavior. Had he been just in town to make a mess, she would have dealt with him already. But because he took an interest in the Puppington family, made things a bit more interesting in her plans. A trump card so to speak. Clay would pay dearly one way or another for daring to make demands to her...

-

At long last came Friday, noon. The day of the coach tryouts. four applicants with four partners stood by on a tennis court. Stopframe and Bloberta stood together. Stopframe was observing the other applicants and looked at the judges, and noticed that creepy woman in black under the bleachers. Meanwhile Bloberta was ecstatic to be out and about as she twirled her tennis racquet.

"This is will be so fun! Its been so long since I've played a sport!" Bloberta jumped and swung her racquet at nothing in excitement. Stopframe put a hand on her shoulder and whispered:

"Just be yourself out there...No need to look good. All eyes are on me."

"Of course!" Bloberta grinned mindlessly and held the racquet to her heart.

Stopframe and Bloberta watched the first game of doubles. Bloberta noticed the skill in the doubles partners and started to sweat and freeze up. She hadn't played tennis in years how would she be able to go against the other team alongside Daniel...

"We're on dollface..." Stopframe told Bloberta, awaking her from her stupor.

"I don't think...I can do this..." Bloberta said dismissively. "All those other partners were so good at playing."

Stopframe sighed and grabbed Bloberta by her waist. "The point is to make me look good. You just go out on the court and have fun while I do the work. Got it?"

Bloberta nodded and blushed a little, embarrassed with her need to prove herself in front of an audience who really didn't care about her performance. All to familiar...she thought as she walked alongside Daniel to the tennis court.

Stopframe bounced the ball to the ground and needlessly threw the ball in the air as he tossed his tennis racquet from each hand. The opposing applicant rolled his eyes as Stopframe suddenly served the ball to the other side of the court. The momentary disgust by the opponent had distracted them from keeping their eye on the ball so to speak. Their doubles partner had been blindsided as well being impressed with Stopframe's show off nature.

Point after point, Bloberta hardly had to move as Stopframe proved his athletic prowess to the faculty and everyone else around him. Bloberta had started to feel useless by the final match. Stopframe was victorious and won most of the favor with the judges, besides the disgruntled Norm Fakey.

Bloberta silently followed Stopframe as he was hired as the new head coach of the school by the reluctant Norm Fakey. Bloberta hugged herself with one arm and looked off to no where in particular. She briefly again remembered being in the pews as a young girl, forced to watch her so called 'family' sing to the church. Then she recalled he little son, Orel, who probably needed more help at home than Stopframe ever did this afternoon with this show of a tryout.

Bloberta was caught off guard as Stopframe tapped Bloberta's shoulders swinging her from side to side, smiling brightly he flashed a bouquet of flowers to her. Bloberta was stunned and didn't know how to react. She looked at Stopframe with a blank expression, and then down at the flowers she smiled taking them into her arms. She took in the scent of the flowers and looked back up at Stopframe.

"Wha-What are these for?" Bloberta asked as her smile weakened remembering her performance in the tryouts and the fact she had left Orel behind with Clay back home.

"Its a thank you. Don't you Moralton people like flowers as thank yous?" Stopframe smirked as he extended his hands.

While yes normally it was true, all people like flowers as gifts. Bloberta was in a very guilty mood. While she absolutely loved this man's kind gesture. She had done nothing to deserve it. At least not to this Daniel Stopframe person...This man had helped her off the side of the road, helped her sloppy drunk husband get home, and now all she did for him was appear alongside him in a tennis match that may has well been a 1 versus 2. She repressed her need to vent to Stopframe and simply thanked him back for the beautiful flowers grasping them in her arms.

"I really should get back now, can you get me back home?" Bloberta asked with a bit of tenseness in her voice.

"Of course, no problem." Stopframe said calmly.

-

Clay had been mindlessly observing Orel as he toddled around the ground in the living room. Occasionally he would throw a bottle of breast milk out on the ground for Orel to drink. Clay sipped on his own glass as he watched. Orel was pretty self sufficient so long as what he needed or desired was within hi grasp.

Bloberta had slipped out with a few words that she would be out for an hour shopping. It had been three hours now. Clay happened to tune into one of Reverend Putty's rerun sermons on the radio about 'infidelity'. Clay scattered toys and bottles about the floor as he listened intently. His attention growing more and more to the sermon. He contemplated if Bloberta was cheating on him at the moment...A flash of awareness came crashing down on him...Why would he care if Bloberta happened to be with another person right now? Its not like he wanted to be around her right...right? Orel managed to get up on the couch beside him and fall asleep. Clay looked down at him then over to the door.

Why in the world did he all of the sudden care if this person was out with another man? Was it because they were husband or wife? No...Clay hardly cared they were married at all really. Was it the similarities he saw in her? Maybe...Clay had never met someone he had related too outside of his family...Or perhaps it was because she was the only person to ever try and get him out of his shell, and the very idea that another person could experience the same with Bloberta angered him...Or maybe it was as simple that they shared a child with each other? No matter how far removed they were in caring for the child, it was a bonding experience for them.

Clay looked at the door, his eyes almost watering as they closed. Angela appeared softly in his visage as he slept, as Clay muttered: "Where is she...?"