It was known that coach Yoast had a daughter; Sheryl, but it was unknown that he had another one, one older than Sheryl… you.

You didnt go to T.C. Williams High School like most kids in town did, instead you went to a private school since your father didn’t want his work to interfere with his work.

This afternoon your father had forced you to join him at the football camp he was at to coach the football team, said something about ‘needing extra help to take care of sheryl’.

So thats how you ended up here, sitting on one of the bleachers as i re-braided sheryl’s hair that had gotten messed up after she had may or may not have overrated about the practice game that was played earlier.

Not to far away on the field stood; Alan Bosley, he was one of the corner-backs for the team, he wasn’t in the right mind today—he played sloppily, he was distracted and he couldn’t think straight.

He blamed it all on tiredness but in reality he was distracted by a pretty girl on the bleachers.

Alan was snapped out of his thoughts when a ball got thrown at his head which had earned him a real earful from coach Boone.