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How could he? How could he threaten me, Anchor, the best swimmer the team’s ever had?
    “I’ve certainly told the team before, Anchor, b ut I’m sure as hell you weren’t listening, since you never are, but I was in the Olympics myself. I wasn’t t o o bad. I was a hell of a l ot of better than you are now. I’ve got some pull with the Olympics coach. We were on the team together back in the day, if you can believe it. I know the scout personally. Yeah, I know you thought it was big news to me when you came and told me about your chances at the Olympics , but the coach always calls me before he calls you. I’ve got more pull than you, Anchor.”
    I’m lost for words. Finally, I manage to say, “Where’ s the girl?”
    “Good, good,” says coach, patting his big belly, and putting his sneakers up on his dusty desk. “Glad to see you’re willing to cooperate. I just saw her leaving the pool in a huff. Go chase her down on campus. Won’t be the first time you’ve had to chase down a girl, eh?”
    Without another word, I get up and run out of coach’s office.
    I don’t see the girl anywhere.
    Part of me is furious at coach for pulling this shit with me.
    Another part of me is… maybe curious is the right word? I’ve got a funny feeling in my solar plexus that I haven’t felt before. There’ something special about this girl. She ’s not like the countless others I’ve slept with for a night and discarded .
    I see her. She’s standing out from the rest of the student crowd on the pathway with her huge library bag.
    I sprint up to her.
    “Here, let me help you with that,” I say, trying to take the bag from her.
    “Get lost, creep,” she says, without looking at me. She holds the bag tighter.
    I kee p pulling, and, after a moment’ s tussle, I pull the bag away from her. But, shit, it’s heavy. How does she carry this around campus all day and night? She certainly doesn’t look big, but she’s got some strength to her.
    I fall back, tumbling onto the grass, my back hitting the ground hard. The bag of books falls from me, all the huge heavy textbooks go tumbling chaotically to the ground.
    Shit, I think to myself. This isn’t a good start.
    People are staring. I completely forgot to change out of my swim briefs . I’m basically naked, lying on th e grass on the quad, surrounded by some girl’s textbooks. I’m still we t, and the water is dripping from my hair into my eyes. The chlorine stings them a little, even though my body should be plenty used to chlorine by now.
    Finally, the girl looks at me.
    “Oh, it’s you,” she says, practically spitting the words. She’s obviously disgusted with me, and doesn’t make any effort to hide it. “Look what you’ve done to my books, you asshole. ”
    “Sorry,” I manage to say.
    She goes about gathering her books.
    I try to get up to help her, but there’s something wrong with my back. I’ve never had back pain before. I’m not an old man. But shit, it’s burning, the pain radiating out from my lower back.
    “Aw , shit,” I say, as I try to rol l over onto my side unsuccessfully .
    “Stop faking,” she says, without a trace of sympathy.
    “Hey, it’s Anchor!” shouts someone nearby.
    “Way to go , Anchor,” shouts someone else.
    “He really knows how to get the ladies, doesn’t he? Runs right at them in his swim briefs .”
    They are n’t laughing. They’re legitimately impressed. But I’m used to fans. I have quite the reputation around campus, after all. Not only am I the biggest sports star on campus, since swimming is the biggest sport, but I’m also know n to have a way with the women, as Coach suggested.
    As she’s bending down to pick up her last book, I can’t help but take a peak at her breasts. Even t hough she’s dressed conservatively by today’s college student standards, her shirt falls away a little bit to reveal her magnificent , beautiful breasts.
    I look away before she can catch me.
    Her last book gathere