Lunch

Lunch was fun, the entire group went to a local Pizza Inn to hit the buffet. Chuck let me know that he was not there to play football. He was a spot filler. So he did not touch the ball or get tackled. "Nothing like a group of filthy sweaty men to get the blood pumping," he said. Dane and I sat on the outer side of the large U-shaped booth. He kept his arm around me, every now and then he would lean in and kiss the top of my head, once he whispered in my ear "MINE" before the kiss. There was a lightness to him now. I ate my pizza and chatted with Maddy and Chuck about everything and nothing at the same time. Most of the large group ate and left, leaving our booth and the small table in front of it where Scott and the Grape-Apes sat. 

I have been wondering all afternoon what Ant said to them when they went on the field to Tattle on us for not letting them in the truck.

"Hey babe," I began. Dane looked at me with love in his eyes. "I have to know what Ant