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Mr. E. (Over The Top)

By: double_entendre



Disclaimer: This story is intended for mature audiences. If you are under the appropriate age to view such material in your area, or are offended by stories containing sexual content, then please reframe from reading this submission.

Note from author: I had intended to finish this story much sooner, but my editors had a mild disagreement about its content. Khepri94447, who edited my last piece, felt that I went overboard in creating my main character. She suggested that a more scaled back version of this story might appeal to a wider audience. My second editor, Dawn, liked my original story arguing that most fiction tends to contain more dramatic content. Being able to see both sides of their dispute I decided to submit two different versions of this story. Mr. E. (over the top) is my original manuscript. This version presents circumstances that, although are highly unlikely to occur in real life, were fun to write, and hopefully even more enjoyable to read. 

Mr. E. (Scaled back) is a modified version of the story which intends to attract readers who adhere to more conventional plots. Whether you're a free spirit with a wild imagination or a realist who prefers more believable content, I hope that at least one version of Mr. E. appeals to you. 

*

Public image is that small portion of ourselves we allow others to see, not those unsightly traits of our personalities which we are too afraid, embarrassed, or shy to reveal. How well we truly know someone is often not an easy question to answer; honestly, as everyone seems to have something that they would rather keep hidden from the world around them. On the surface Trent Hamilton appeared to be the average high school nerd. He was always reading, never bothered to socialize with anyone, participate in extracurricular activities, or even date. Trent was constantly being harassed by the parade of jocks that seemed to rule the school and everyone in it. Even the teachers would often look the other way while this badgering took place. What was odd about this situation is that Trent could have easily put an end to his torment, if he really wanted to.

Trent's problems didn't start in high school. As far back as he could remember people seemed to constantly be picking on him. By the time he reached 5th grade; he'd had enough. One day while he was helping his neighbor with some lawn work, Mr. Wang noticed that Trent was unusually quiet, and a bit down. After inquiring about his mood, and a bit up prodding, it finally came out that the boy had been tormented by his classmates.

"Tell me my son, if you were able to physically seek your revenge against those bullies; what would you do to them?" Mr. Wang asked.

"I won't lie and say that I have never dreamed about pounding their faces into the ground, but I really don't want to hurt anyone. Like my father, I hope to someday become a doctor. I plan to help people, not injure them; but I don't want to be hurt myself either. What I really wish is for them to just leave me alone," He said.

After pondering Trent's answer, Mr. Wang asked the boy to accompany him indoors, where he proceeded to explain his proposal. Handing Trent a photo of his deceased wife, Mr. Wang went on to explain that they were very much in love, but through unfortunate circumstances, unable to have any children. 

My father was an expert in martial arts. He taught me very well, and I always hoped that I would be able to pass this training onto my own son. Alas, that dream will never be fulfilled. I am; however, willing to teach you what I have learned. You seem like a good boy Trent and I see a lot of promise in you. I am not doing this so that you can go beat up those bullies at school. As with any tool, it is a man's choice whether to use it for good or evil purposes. Martial arts are a conditioning of the mind as well as the body. Your training will be very disciplined, but in the end you will acquire a skill that will not only help to keep you safe, but will also give you insight into the Japanese belief that one's health is directly connected to their spirit and way of living. You will learn aggressive fighting skills and when to use them. I will even share with you many ancient Japanese treatments that although work quite well, have been dismissed as nothing more than home remedies by the main stream medical professionals of this country.

The stunned lad responded,

"Sir, why would you do all of this for me, I barely know you?" Trent asked?

"I see something very special in you. One thing my training has taught me is to trust my instincts. Right now they are telling me that you will one day make me a very proud man," Mr. Wang replied.

That is exactly what Trent set out to do. He worked out practically every day with Mr. Wang, and as his body became fit, he noticed that his mind was becoming sharper and more focused than it had ever been before. He was always smart, but with Mr. Wang's training there seemed to be nothing that he could not master. Since showing off was never his intention, Trent started to wear baggy clothing, in an attempt to hide his growing muscles and athletic physique. He still got picked on in school, but now there was never any real danger of him being severely injured, and just the knowledge that he could literally wipe the floor with any one of those chumps made their tormenting almost humorous in a way.

Becky Watson was the captain of the girls cheerleading squad. She was a blond haired, blue eyes goddess that, to Trent, was the epitome by which all young ladies should be measured against. Unlike the other popular girls in school, Becky was always nice to him, but he knew that was as far as it would ever go. She was dating one of the jerks on the football team who constantly harassed him, and Trent was suspect that if they ever broke up she would have a line of guys waiting in the wing just itching to take his place. Knowing this unfortunately did nothing to squelch the huge crush Trent had on her, or the fact that he truly cared for her well being.

One day while he was in the library studying, Tent accidently overheard a conversation between Becky and Stacy Anderson. 

"So Becky, how did the career day go for you?" She asked.

"Not very well I'm afraid," Becky meekly replied.

"Why not, I thought you had your heart set to becoming a nurse?" Stacy asked.

I do, but the councilor said that it is very tough to earn a scholarship from cheerleading. My grades are good, but unfortunately not high enough to be considered for an academic scholarship either. My Mom just doesn't make enough money to help me out, and since my Dad left her before I was born, I guess that I am just on my own, Becky replied disheartened.

To Trent this news was heart wrenching. He attended several of Becky's classes and knew that she was a very smart girl. It was not her fault that her family was not that well off. She deserved a chance to succeed in life, and he was now determined to see that she got it.

Trent started researching athletic scholarships, and was discouraged to find that her councilor's assessment of them was pretty accurate. Digging a little deeper he learned that even though there was money available for cheerleaders, it usually only went to girls from well-known schools. The scouts seemed to travel in pairs, only visiting the facilities with winning sports teams. He discovered that it was far more likely for Becky to be offered assistance, if their football team started winning more games. *

Being unable to come up with any other possible solution, Trent decided that his best course of action was to help insure that not only Becky and her other teammates became the absolute best cheerleaders that any high school has ever seen, but he also had to help the jocks he had come to despise, become state champions. Realizing that they would never take direction from him, regardless of how good it was, Trent resolved to use a little play on words and in doing so the infamous Mr. E. was born. 

Mr. Wang had noticed Trent's uncanny ability to memorize and retain mass quantities of information. With his help, Trent was able to train his mind to be near photographic at times. Setting out to learn everything he could about football and cheerleading, Trent started to formulate plays and choreograph cheers. He would always print them out, and then made sure that the respective coaches would find these little gifts, which were always addressed, from Mr. E.

At first his suggestions were just dismissed as someone's elaborate prank, but it wasn't long before the coaches started to notice the sheer genius in his methods. When they began to use his plays, and subsequently started to win most of their games, the school began to buzz about their mysterious benefactor. When the cheerleading squad added his detailed choreography to their tumbling acts it created a style that, quite frankly, was unsurpassed by any other team.

Word eventually leaked to the press about the unidentified stranger that kept providing these unique strategies, and soon the hype was creating quite a stir. Couches and scouts were beginning to take notice, as fans started packing the stands for every game. Trent had to become very creative, in not only developing his plays and cheers, but also in the methods for which he used to deliver them. The last thing he wanted was to be found out and exposed as Mr. E. The one person that he did share his secret with was Mr. Wang. The old man beamed with pride when Trent revealed his reason for doing it.

"I told you that one day you would make me very proud. You think outside of the box my son. Your obvious love for this girl supersedes your animosity towards those jocks," Mr. Wang stated.

"I never said that I loved her, only that I felt she deserved a chance at a decent life where she wouldn't have to rely on some jerk to support her," Trent replied.

"Oh believe me my son, your motivation is love. It is written all over your face. When are you going to stop hiding and tell her how you really feel," He asked?

"I'd never have a chance with someone like her. Besides she already has a boyfriend," Trent said.

"What do you think she would do if she found out that you are Mr. E.," He asked?

"I never plan to tell her that. If by some miracle she would ever show any interest in me I wouldn't want it to be because she felt grateful for what I had done," Trent answered.

"You are very wise my son, and in some ways quite naive as well. At any rate, I promise to keep your secret," He said.

The year was quickly winding down, and with it would come the annual junior/senior class trip. This year, it was decided that they would all try and beat the heat by spending a week at a popular Canadian ski lodge. Not wanting to waste a week of his summer vacation hanging around the school Neanderthals, Trent had every intention of skipping the event. His parents, being avid ski enthusiast, didn't exactly adhere to his way of thinking, and were insistent that he attend. In the past they had dragged him to some of their favorite slopes and although Trent wasn't exactly a professional skier; he could manage to race down a moderately steep hill without causing injury to himself or others. 

It was just days before their scheduled departure when a small crisis occurred. The camera man who was doing the school yearbook accidently deleted some of the photos that were meant to go in the special clubs and sporting events section of the publication. Although he was able to salvage some of the lost files, there were several that had to be retaken in order to get the book to print on schedule. Since his parents had been on his case earlier in the year about not being part of any group or team, Trent reluctantly joined both the math and science clubs, officially sealing his fate as a nerd. Upon hearing about the unfortunate mishap with the photos, Trent went out of his way to avoid the photographer. It may not had been the nicest thing he'd ever done, but figuring that he might be able to weasel his way out of going skiing, by having to stay behind to make up the photo shoots was a strong motivator. Alas, he was unfortunately not the only one having "problems" rescheduling for the shoot, and when it came time to leave for the trip, pictures were still needed of the head cheerleader (Becky Watson) and the star quarterback (Greg Stevens) as well as himself. This situation created quite a quandary for school officials. On the one hand they knew that to delay the photos would forfeit their deal with the publisher, and essentially jack up the price for each book that was printed. On the other hand, it would be a shame for two of the most popular kids in school, as well as Trent to miss their trip on account of someone else's error. 

The problem was solved when Greg's dad, being president and part owner of a local bank, graciously agreed to have Greg and his friends flown to the ski resort via one of the banks small private aircrafts that they leased for emergency purposes. To Trent this totally sucked. Not only was he forced to go on the damn trip, but now he would feel that he owed Greg and his dad for the privilege. The only bright spot was that Becky would be attending, but even that was overshadowed by the fact that he had to be locked in a confined area with Greg for an extended period of time. 

Since the other teachers had either already left with the rest of the students, or were previously engaged in other activates, an extra chaperon was needed to escort the small group of students to their intended destination. Mrs. Miller, who was about six months along in her pregnancy, had originally opted out of going for obvious reasons, even though her doctor assured her that it was still safe to travel in her present condition. With a shortage of available staff able to make the trip this year, she reluctantly agreed to accompany the teens to the resort and stay on the rest of the week to help supervise, although she had no intentions of actually get anywhere near the slopes.

Having skied before, Trent was the only one to bring the proper winter accessories needed to ward off the frigid Canadian temperatures. He knew that staying warm was a far more important task than being stylish. Becky and Greg had of course your average winter gear, which worked fine for the temperatures that they were used to, but would quickly become a problem when they reached the resort. Trent knew that Greg could afford to purchase whatever he might need from the ski shops, but was more than a bit concerned over Becky's attire.

The group had been in the air about three hours, when their smooth voyage was interrupted by massive turbulence. The pilot, who was fairly new to flying, was not yet prepared to handle the dramatic effect that the unforeseen storm would have on the small aircraft, and before losing complete control of the plane sent it several hundred miles off course. Thankfully, he did manage to steer the vessel away from any trees or mountain tops, but was unfortunately unable to prevent its inevitable crash landing.

Upon regaining his composure, Trent was pleased to discover that his fellow students, Mrs. Miller, and he sustained only minor injuries due to the crash. After detecting a whiff of fuel from the leaking gas line, he quickly ushered the group outside and as far away from the aircraft as possible. Turning back to check on the pilot, Trent was horrified to find the poor man had not survived the crash. Not having time to rest on sentiment, he quickly grabbed all of the emergency rations he could handle, and proceeded to exit the aircraft, just as it started to catch fire.

Knowing that they were now in big time trouble, the four began to argue over their options. 

"I say we wait here. Surly they must know that the plane fell off of radar. Someone should come looking for us soon," Greg said.

"Are you nuts? We have to be at least a hundred miles outside of our flight plan, with the possibility of a major storm on the way and you want to stay here," Trent asked bewildered?

"Who are you calling nuts, loser? As soon as my dad hears that we are missing he will construct a search party to look for us," Greg proudly replied.

"Would you get real? There is no way that they are going to organize a search and rescue party in the middle of a Canadian snow storm regardless of who your daddy might be," Trent exclaimed!

"Who the hell do you think you are; talking to me that way?" Greg asked through clenched teeth.

"I'm obviously the voice of reason. Look we are not on the football field now. Out here a mistake means more than just losing a game; it could get us all killed. We need to stop arguing and look for some type of shelter while we still have some daylight left to do so," Trent replied.

"What kind of shelter do you expect to find genius," Greg asked rhetorically? "In case you haven't noticed we are out in the middle of fucking nowhere," He exclaimed!

"Greg, watch your mouth," Mrs. Miller exclaimed!

"To answer your question there are many caves located around these parts," Trent replied.

"Just how would you know that," Greg challenged?

"I read. Maybe you should try it sometime," Trent snared.

"That does it! Teacher or no teacher I am going to kick your ass," Greg exclaimed!

"You will do no such thing," Mrs. Miller said.

"Oh; and just who's going to stop me, you? Greg asked. "Look lady we are not at school right now," Greg replied.

"Just let him go Mrs. Miller. The sooner we finish this, the quicker we can be on our way to finding shelter for the night. I promise that I will try not to hurt him too badly," Trent said to the astonishment of everyone present.

Greg's anger was fueled by fear and adrenalin, two very dangerous motivators. Trent knew that before the young quarterback would be able to think rationally, he had to burn off some of that exuberant energy. Greg himself did not understand why he was getting so angry. He couldn't remember ever speaking to a teacher or any other authority figures in the manner in which he had just spoke to Mrs. Miller. The only emotion he felt at the moment was rage, and his only outlet for this sensation was to kick the shit out of Trent Hamilton.

In all honesty, it wasn't really much of a fight. Greg threw one crazy punch after another desperately trying to make contact with the elusive teen. In the end, it was Greg who was shocked to find himself sprawled out on his back in the snow.

"Feel better now," Trent asked the winded quarterback?

"How the hell did you do that?" Greg wanted to know.

"I hold a black belt in both karate and judo," Trent replied.

"Yeah, sure you do," Greg exclaimed!

"If I am lying, then why are you laying on the ground?" Trent asked smiling.

"I don't know what kind of trick you are trying to play," Greg started to say.

"Oh, it's no trick. If I wanted to I could seriously injure you. That is not my intention. Like it or not, we are all going to have to work and essentially live together if we hope to get out of this alive. Now, if you're through playing Mr. Macho, let's go see if we can find someplace to bunk down for the night, while we still have some measurement of daylight left in which to do so," Trent said.

"Alright we'll do it your way for now, but this isn't over," Greg replied angrily.

"Well whenever you get the urge to finish it you just let me know," Trent replied.

"That's enough out of both of you. Trent is right about one thing though. If we don't find some type of shelter and soon the two of you won't have to kill each other, Mother Nature will do it for you," Mrs. Miller said putting a temporary truce to their bickering.

The four walked for what seemed like miles desperately searching for anything that could potentially pass as refuge against the ever plummeting temperatures. Night was beginning to fall, when they mercifully came upon a small opening in the rock formation. After checking the perimeter for bear or any other wild animal tracks, and thankfully not finding any, the group made their way inside the shallow cave. Quickly aligning the somewhat dry sticks and twigs that he had collected on their journey, Trent used the emergency kit he had lifted from the plane to start a fire near the entrance of the cave. This was done so that the heat would stay inside while the smoke escaped back out, as not to asphyxiate anyone. After he had a roaring fire going Trent felt he had better take charge of their situation.


Mr. E. (Over The Top)



"Alright people listen up. Tonight we will eat some of the food rations I managed to grab from the plane. We may have to conservative a bit, but none of us should starve either. Let's try to get as good of night sleep as possible, and tomorrow I will go out scrounging for more food," He said.

"Just how exactly do you propose to hunt without a gun or bow and arrow?" Greg asked.

"My karate instructor taught me how to make my own spears. I figure that I could try a bit of ice fishing, and I also spotted some deer tracks not too far from here. Regardless, I am fairly certain that I can bring back something for us to dine upon," Trent said with more conviction then he actually felt. 

After they all ate what would normally be considered a light afternoon snack, but tonight would have to suffice as their evening meal, the four quietly paired off to try and get a bit of shut eye. Trent managed to make his way over to his pregnant teacher to enquire how she was fairing during this traumatic ordeal. 

"Well I think the baby is ok for now. My feet and ankles are quite swollen, and I am a bit stiff from the jarring of the crash and having to walk so far, but other than that I am ok at least for now," She told him.

"I know that all the arguing that Greg and I have done has not helped your stress level any. I am very sorry about my role in that. I will attempt to get along better with him, but I will have to be forceful if he tries to do anything that could potentially put us all in danger," Trent whispered. 

"Just how much do you honestly know about surviving in conditions such as this," She asked?

I must be honest with you. I have never actually been camping. I have always been fascinated with wilderness survival ever since I was a small child. I've read and studied every book, magazine article and movie that I could get my hands on pertaining to the subject. As part of my martial arts training, I was taught how to forge my own weapons from my surroundings, and shown how to track whatever prey I was up against. I am fairly certain that I can scrounge up enough food and water to keep us alive until help arrives," Trent said hoping to sound confident in his abilities.

Mrs. Miller gave Trent a reassuring smile that didn't quite make it past her waiving eyes and quietly suggested that everyone try to get some shut eye. Sleep was a hard commodity to come by that evening, as night fall brought on all of the fears and insecurities they tried to suppress earlier in the day. The restless group managed to elude Mr. Sandman until near exhaustion overcame them in the wee hours of the morning. 

With little sleep from the previous night, Trent left the cave early in hopes of trying to get a better handle on his surroundings. Taking with him the knife from the planes emergency kit, he quickly widdled a couple of spears, and make his way down to the pond that was frozen over. Cutting a small hole in the ice, he was happy to discover a large spool of good size fish just below its surface. Spearing his prey was not the easiest thing that he had ever done, but despite the difficulty, he did manage to catch enough fish to adequately feed the four of them. Fearing that Becky or even Mrs. Miller might take offense to watching him clean and filet the fish, Trent decided to bear the cold a bit longer, so that the rest of the group did not have to witness this event. Upon returning to the cave with his catch of the day, he was told that Greg, who not believing he would bring back any food, decided to go out scouting on his own.

"Shit! That damn idiot is not dressed to be out in this type of weather. Alright, I had better go search for him, before he ends up getting himself killed out there," Trent said in a disgusted tone of voice.

"Trent, I know that we are not at school now, but you really do need to watch your language a little better," Mrs. Miller scolded while trying to maintain the persona of a proper school teacher.

Mrs. Miller, please understand that I say this with the upmost respect possible. You are right. We are not in school right now. We are three young adults and yourself, thrown into a horrible and potentially very dangerous situation, in which we must try and learn to coexist with each other, at least for the time being. If you attempt to treat this as a classroom in which we have to constantly be on guard for fear of saying something that you will take offence to, it is going to make our time together seem much more difficult to deal with," Trent concluded as he left the cave to go try and find Greg.

You know Becky, as hard as that was to hear, Trent is right. I have been trying to act as a teacher around the three of you since this whole mess started and quite frankly, I am lost as to what to do. I know nothing about camping or wilderness survival tactics. If we manage to survive this whole ordeal, it won't be because of me, she said breaking down into sobs.

"Oh don't cry Mrs. Miller! Trent didn't mean what he said. We are all just so stressed out right now, and none of us are handling it very well," Becky said reassuringly.

I know that you are right Becky, but so is Trent. It was his quick thinking that got us all out of the plane before it caught fire. He even managed to procure the emergence kit and food rations from it. The three of us never even thought to do something like that. He led us to shelter, and look at the fish he managed to catch for us to eat. Now, he is even out in the cold trying to find Greg, and instead of thanking him for his efforts all I can do is chastise him over something as petty as foul language, the teacher replied.

"Well now that you mention it; that does seem like a silly thing to be getting upset over with everything else that has happened," Becky said starting to giggle.

Pretty soon her laughter had become contagious, as the two ladies discovered a much needed outlet for their building anxiety.

"Thanks Becky honey, I really needed that," Mrs. Miller said wiping her eyes.

Trent had been tracking Greg's footprints for quite a distance, when he came to the conclusion that the quarterback must truly be lost. His movements were so sporadic that they lacked of any sort of pattern. When Trent found that he had come full circle, he really started to get concerned. The sun was just beginning to set when Trent spotted what looked to be a large mass sprawled across the ground a few meters in front of him. It seems that the young man had apparently passed out do so sheer exhaustion and long term exposure to the elements. Being thankful for his muscular build, do to his training, Trent quickly lifted the teenager, and began to carry him back towards the shelter of the cave. 

The girls had decided to use a couple of the spears Trent had made, to roast the fish he had brought back. It wasn't exactly a gourmet meal, but the two ladies had their fill to eat, and were waiting for the boys to return before cooking the rest of the catch.

About an hour and a half after dusk, a winded Trent appeared at the cave entrance with an unconscious Greg in his arms.

"Oh God what happened to him," Mrs. Miller asked?

"Exactly what I said would happen. He got too cold and passed out in the snow," Trent replied.

"Is he going to be alright?" Becky asked.

"I honestly don't know," Trent replied in a worried tone of voice.

"Becky, come help me get him out of these wet cloths. Mrs. Miller, please spread out one of those blankets I grabbed from the plane," Trent requested.

"Do we need to remove everything," Becky asked shyly?

"Yes his underwear too. This is no time for modesty," Trent said.

After lying Greg in the middle of one of the blankets Trent quickly started stripping off his own clothing as well.

"What are you doing," Becky asked?

"Becky, Greg has hypothermia. Putting him close to the fire will help to a degree, but it won't warm him fast enough to save his life. The only chance he has is a direct exchange of body heat," Trent explained.

"Trent is right Becky. In cases of extreme weather exposure body heat is often the only treatment that will help save a life," Mrs. Miller replied.

"Holly shit! Look at the size of that thing," Becky exclaimed as Trent lowered his underpants!

"Becky! You shouldn't be talking about... Oh My," Mrs. Miller exclaimed!

"Yeah, well now you know why I am always wearing baggy pants," Trent said as his face darkened with embarrassment.

"How big is it," Becky wanted to know?

Becky, how could you ask such a thing," Mrs. Miller asked?

"I'm sorry Mrs. Miller; I guess that just sort of said it without thinking," Becky replied defending herself.

"Becky, as much as I appreciate your curiosity, we need to concentrate on Greg at the moment," Trent said hoping to end this very embarrassing conversation.

"Your right, what can I do to help," Becky asked?

"Greg needs all the body heat he can get to pull through. The problem is that this procedure can be very risky for anyone involved. Since he is so cold it could cause either of our body temperatures to drop below a dangerous level. Because of this I won't ask for your help, but I can't refuse it either," Trent said.

After contemplating the situation, both Becky and Mrs. Miller started to strip.

"Mrs. Miller, I won't let you do this. Being pregnant puts you at a much greater risk, besides we will need someone to keep the fire going," Trent explained.

Sensing that he was right the teacher reluctantly restored her clothing.

Laying buck naked next to Greg was definitely not one of Trent's erotic fantasies. Having Becky on the other side of him, so close, yet beyond his loving touch made the event seem more like a cruel nightmare. Trying to ignore the absurdity of the situation, Trent asked Mrs. Miller to throw another blanket, and any dry clothes she could find over the three naked teenagers.

Greg's body felt like a giant Popsicle that someone had just pulled from the freezer. After nearly two hours had passed, he still didn't feel any warmer. Laying there shivering Trent had to wonder if this was finally the end.

"Uh where am I," A groggy, Greg managed to ask?

"Relax your back in the cave," Trent replied.

"I am. How did I get here," He asked?

"I found you passed out in the snow and carried you back," Trent replied.

"Am I naked," Greg asked?

"All three of us are, now shut up and get some rest, and don't get any funny ideas either," Becky replied.

"I really fucked up didn't I," Greg asked already knowing the answer?

"Yeah you did, but we can talk about that tomorrow. Right now let's just keep our hands and any other body part that might arise to ourselves, and try to get some sleep," Trent said relieved that the young man had finally regained consciousness.

The four awoke late the following day with both the guys sporting their usual morning wood. Red faced the boys quickly dressed and made their way outside the tent to take their morning constitutional. Becky was not only treated to a nice view of Trent's penis in its expanded form, but could now also make comparisons with Greg's much more average appendage. Feeling as though she was cheating on her boyfriend, Becky silently scolded herself for her lustful thoughts.

Mrs. Miller could practically read the young girls mind, as she too was having some unsavory ideas about her well endowed student. Being away from her husband, and in her current condition, she found her hormones were increasing her sex drive. She only hoped that the four of them could maintain a sense of decorum while faced with these palpable temptations.

Back inside, Trent and a still unstable Greg sat down near the fire, as Mrs. Miller began to cook up the remainder of the fish for the near starving young men. Always the gentleman, Trent insisted on sharing their portion of the food with the ladies. After getting something in his stomach, he asked Becky to gather more wood for the fire, while he would again scout for food. Greg was to stay inside with Mrs. Miller to try and fully recover. 

The four settled into their new lives together, and the role that each of them would play within it. Trent was of course the main source of their food supply. Becky would collect wood to keep the fire going, and help out with whatever else she could. Mrs. Miller was in charge of keeping them entertained, as she would create games or word puzzles, anything really that could occupy their minds. Greg finally realized how close he came to death, and in so doing lost most of the arrogance he had been displaying throughout this whole ordeal. After fully recovering, he and Trent started working together to try and provide for the group. Greg began to appreciate Trent's knowledge of survival tactics. Trent admired the boy's eagerness to learn, and made sure to utilize the camping experience that Greg had brought to the table. They built traps and snares, in an attempt to capture rabbits and other small game. Although most of their meals consisted of fish, the boys did occasionally snag a deer once in a while. Using the snow as a freezer, they managed to get several meals out of that type of kill, before the meat became unsafe to eat.

Days quickly turned into weeks, and then to months with no foreseeable hope of being rescued. Early on, they had crafted their own pots, bowls and cooking utensils, as well as created a method of capturing new fallen snow to use as drinking water. They dug a hole and setup some well-placed logs in front of it to act as a make shift toilet. They sparingly used the hand sanitizer and the rubbing alcohol Trent had lifted from the plane in conjunction with boiling water to keep clean and help fight off germs. 

During this time, the four, although trying to maintain their modesty, had all managed to catch each other in various stages of nudity. Being cramped as they were, privacy was not usually an option, and soon the stress of not being able to obtain sexual release had them all on edge. A solution to this problem came when Trent and Greg managed to discover a second cave not far from their camp site. This particular cavern was much smaller than the previous one that they lived in, but could possible afford, one or even two people a bit of much needed privacy. After sharing their find with the girls, Trent explained how each of them could go there to scream, yell, cry or just to get a bit of "alone time". The only rules were that you had to tell the others when you were going so they wouldn't worry or accidentally walk in on each other, and if anyone made a mess they had to clean it up for the convince of the next person. After the group started utilizing this newly discovered sanctuary, there was a noticeable improvement in their moral.

Days seemed to morph into one another as Mrs. Miller's due date crept agonizingly closer. Being female and also planning to someday become a nurse herself, Becky was the obvious choice to become Mrs. Miller's Lamaze coach. Greg and Trent would always try and allow the ladies enough privacy to go over whatever needed to be done. They prayed each day to be rescued, but so far they hadn't seen any indication of that actually happening.

It seems odd how miracles can sometimes be stacked together to work in conjunction with each other. It was nearing the end of what should have been their summer vacation, and Trent was once again walking back from the lake with his catch of the day. As he got closer to the camp site an exasperated Greg came running up to him hands in the air shouting "a plane a plane". Even as Trent's mind began to comprehend the implications of what the boy was saying he couldn't help but smile at how much the bulking quarterback suddenly resembled the vertically challenged character of Tattoo from old reruns of Fantasy Island.

"Greg, calm down and tell me exactly what happened," Trent asked.

Well I was walking up the hill to check on our 911 sign that we made out of scrap parts from the wreckage. I was afraid that the storm we had a few days ago might have messed it up somehow. Anyway, as I was trying to realign some of the pieces that the wind had blown over I heard a small plane off in a distance. As it appeared to get closer I quickly lit the signal fire and started waving a piece of the burning wood around in the air. I was trying everything I could to get their attention, and it seems to have worked. The plane started circling the area, getting lower with each pass. I am sure they spotted me, our 911 sign and even the wreckage, with as low as they eventually flew, Greg exclaimed excitedly!

"That is fantastic!" Trent replied with equal enthusiasm. Now all we have to do is hope that they act quickly and send help so that we can finally be able to get the hell out of here. Let's go tell the girls the good news," Trent suggested.

The two young men hurried back to their cave to share this awesome piece of good fortune with the ladies. They were subjected to a blood curdling scream upon their arrival.

"What the hell is going on," Trent asked already afraid of the answer?

While entering the cavern, Trent learned that his worst fear had come to pass, as Mrs. Millers water had already broken and she was now in full fledged labor. Handing the fish to Greg, Trent rushed to the woman's side and immediately took stock of the situation. 

"Easy Mrs. Miller, everything is going to be fine," Trent said with more conviction than he actually felt.

"Everything is not going to be fine; I am in labor; damn it," Mrs. Miller exclaimed!

"I know that, just try and relax," Trent said as he reached up and started to remove her clothing.

"What the hell are you doing," Mrs. Miller shouted?

"Well at the moment I am trying to get you prepared to deliver this baby," Trent replied.

"You can't see me like this," She protested.

"Look my dad's a doctor and I've studied the birthing procedure in hopes of someday becoming one myself. Right now, I am the closest thing you have to an OBGYN. You might feel embarrassed, but you will get over it. At this moment, the baby is what's important. It wants out, and I for one suggest that we accommodate its wishes, don't you," he asked the bewildered instructor?

Greg decided that his best course of action was to leave, while he could still manage to hold down his breakfast. The quarterback may be used to seeing some measurement of blood after a particularly rough game, but this was going to be far more then he thought he could handle. 

"Alright, the first thing that we need to do is figure out how close the baby is to coming out. Have either of you been timing Mrs. Miller's contractions," Trent asked?

"No we haven't, and the names Linda," Mrs. Miller answered.

"Excuse me," Trent asked?

"If we are going to do this I would feel more comfortable if the two of you would please call me by my first name," She replied.

Ok, if that is what you want. Linda when you feel a contraction coming on I want you to focus on your Lamaze training. You can scream, yell curse cry, and squeeze Becky's hand, whatever it takes to get through the pain. We are not in the most ideal situation here, but let's not forget that females have been giving birth since the beginning of time. You are a strong healthy woman, and you will get through this, he said encouragingly. 

Trent took a few t-shirts and ripped them into rag size pieces. He also sterilized the knife, and got it ready to cut the umbilical cord. Boiling water, and then letting it cool to a mild temperature, Trent planned to use the cloths to clean the baby and its mother after the birth. The contractions were now coming within minutes of each other, and the three knew that it wouldn't be long before they were joined by a new born infant. Greg had told them all about seeing the plane before he left the cave and each secretly hoped that paramedics would arrive in time to finish the procedure.




Mr. E. (Over The Top)



The miracle of birth is something that all teenagers should witness, as it has a tendency to really bring to light the practice of birth control. Parenting is a beautiful experience when someone is ready to take on the responsibility for it. On the other hand, it can be the most frightening, destructive and life changing event that can ever happen to anyone who is not prepared to handle it. Trent knew that Mrs. Miller would make a great mother. His only concern was if he could truly manage to deliver her baby without complications. This was by far the most important test he had ever faced. He couldn't afford any mistakes.

Using his fingers as an approximate measuring device; he was able to tell that she was fully dilated. Reaching inside he made sure that the cord was away from the baby's neck and that it was in proper position for the delivery. Trent briefly thought about how ironic it was that the first time he would ever be able to touch a female's vulva was to help her give birth. Returning to the task at hand, he had Linda resume her fierce pushing, and was soon holding the form of slimy new life in his shaking hands. After a light slap was administered to the infant's tender behind, the sound of a newborns whale rang out through the cave walls. Trent had Becky help him with the baby, as he cut the umbilical cord and used the remainder of their rubbing alcohol to sterilize the area. After testing the water temperature, he gently washed off all of the blood, and wrapped it in his last clean t-shirt, before handing the baby to its very tired mother.

"Linda, I think that it is time for you to meet your son," He said with a smile.

"Is he alright," She asked with concern?

"Well I'm not a doctor, at least not yet anyway, but he is breathing on his own and all indications are that he is perfectly healthy," Trent replied.

"I don't know how I can ever thank you," Linda said.

"Well now that you mention it, I do have a small request," Trent replied.

"Anything," She exclaimed.

If Greg did manage to contact a plane it shouldn't be long before we get rescued. I know there will be a lot of news reporters and paparazzi hounding us trying to get our story. I am a very recluse person, and I don't want the hassle of dealing with them. If the three of you could forgive yourselves to slightly alter a few facts about this whole ordeal I would greatly appreciate it, Trent said.

"What do you want us to tell them," She asked with a puzzled expression?

"I want you to say that Greg is the one who took charge and kept everyone alive. I also want Becky to get the credit for delivering your son," Trent replied to the stunned females.

"But why would you want us to say that? You're the one who saved us. Greg nearly got himself killed the first day out," Becky asked.

"Look I have my reasons, for which I do not wish to reveal at this time. If the three of you are truly grateful, then you will grant me this small favor," Trent replied.

"I am not going to lie to my husband," Linda stated.

"As long as they can keep it to themselves I am not opposed to any of you sharing the truth with close family members. As far as the general public is concerned and that includes my family as well, I want to remain just a bystander in all of this mess," Trent stated to the stunned pair.

"You mean that you are going to lie to your own parents about what went on here," Becky asked?

"Yes, that is what I plan to do," Trent replied.

"Why," Linda asked?

"Like I said, I have my reasons. Now the question is do I have your support or not," Trent asked firmly?

"Well I don't agree with you on this, and I can't speak for Greg or Becky, but you have done so much for us that I for one can't deny your request, no matter how strange it may sound," Linda replied.

"What about you Becky? Will you do this for me? You can't tell any of your friends at school, your boyfriend, or anyone else except close family members, what really happened. I want this to remain a closely guarded secret from the media," Trent asked.

"I guess since Mrs. Miller, I mean Linda agreed to this then I will as well. I still don't understand your motives though," She replied.

"You don't need to know my reasons to comply with my wishes. Now all we have to do is to get Greg on board and everything will be all set for our return back to civilization," He stated.

The group was talking quietly as Greg excitedly returned to the cave with the paramedics in toe. Mrs. Miller and her son were airlifted to the nearest hospital for observation, as the remaining three awaited a second helicopter to transport them back home. Trent took Greg aside and explained to him what was discussed in his absence. Greg was reluctant to take part in Trent's scheme, but eventually gave in to the young man's request. Trent was not sure whether it was the fact that Greg knew he would be looked at as the town hero, or the guilt he felt over Trent having to save the boy's life that finally convinced the quarterback to go along with his story. Regardless of the reason, this whole mess was going to fit very neatly into Trent's master plan.

By the time their plane touched down back in the states the media circus had already begun. It was a tear jerking event as the teens' were finally reunited with their family members who had previously presumed they were dead. After a brief medical exam, the three were treated to anything they desired to eat or drink, and not surprisingly sea food was not among any of their selected choices. It was a crazy time for the group who had been isolated from society for so long, to now be surrounded by media frenzy. National, international, and local news reporters all crowded together, desperate to get the teens take on what occurred. Trent stayed in the background as much as possible, while the other more popular pair revealed their revised version of the events in question. Smiling, to himself, Trent could almost read tomorrows headline, "Football hero saves the day", or "Cheerleader helps mother deliver infant in a cave". This was going to all work out better then he could have ever dreamed.

Mrs. Miller and her son were transferred to a local hospital where they were met by her husband Frank. All indications showed that she and her baby were completely healthy and baring any future complications could return home within the next couple of days. At the doctors request most of the fan fair was kept at bay for now, allowing the tired, but very happy woman to get some much needed rest.

The hype surrounding their return was slow to die down, as the group was booked for talk shows, and interviews with top media celebrities. There was even talk about a book deal with movie rights, but thankfully that never came to pass. During this time Trent stayed pretty quiet, allowing the spotlight to be cast primarily upon the other three members of the group. Frankie Jr. became a popular little fella, in his own right and was even offered spots for TV commercials.

Returning to school was a venture in and of itself. An assembly was called with their group as the guest speakers. It wasn't long before the bullies that were jealous of their notoriety began to once again torment Trent. 

"Lay off Tim," Greg exclaimed as he turned the corner and noticed what was going on!

"Oh come on Greg. Don't tell me that you are going to start protecting this wimp now," Tim asked?

"That's right, and if anyone has a problem with that they can take it up with me personally," Greg replied.

"Now stop horsing around and let's get to practice. I haven't played in months, and I want to be ready for when the games start back up," Greg said in a demanding tone.

The boys separated, but Trent was able to catch Greg alone later that day.

"Why did you stick up for me back there," He asked?

"Look man, Tim's an idiot, but a good linebacker. I've seen what you can do, and the last thing I need is for Tim to take things too far, and you ending up having to hurt him before a game. I am also sick of those jerks picking on you. If they knew the truth, you would be treated like a king," Greg replied.

"That is the last thing that I am looking for. All I really want is for them to leave me alone," Trent said.

"Well if they bother you again just let me know," Greg said.

"Thanks, but I'm really not into tattling," Trent replied as the pair separated from one another.

Greg must have spread the word, because the boys had left Trent alone for the most part. For the first time in many years, life at school became almost bearable. Trent of course, was doing well in all of his classes, and not surprisingly Mr. E. had made a comeback this semester. Becky was getting good marks in her classes and her cheerleading techniques were really starting to show a great deal of improvement. Greg's team was winning most every game, and things seemed to be right on track, that is until trouble once again, reared its ugly head.

"Dude, can I speak to you for a minute in private," Greg asked?

"Sure man, what's up," Trent asked?

"I'm having a bit of a problem. I got my geometry test back today, and I didn't do so hot on it," Greg said.

"By not so hot you mean," Trent started to ask?

"I got a 48," He said.

"Ouch, out of a 100. You're right that is not so hot," Trent exclaimed!

"We have another test next week, and if I don't pull my grade up they are gone to bench me from the game. I know that I am probably the last person that you would want to help but," Greg started to ask?

"Look Greg, I will be the first to admit that you and your pals haven't treated me very well in the past, but ever since the plane crash I feel that we have grown to respect one another. If you need help studying to get through your exam I can lend you a hand with that," Trent replied.

"Thanks man you are saving my life here," Greg exclaimed!

"Well I'm starting to get used to doing that," Trent said smiling. 

"Um yeah," Greg replied.

So it was settled that the two would meet at Trent's house at about 5:30 or 6:00 when Greg finished with his football practice. At around 4:30 Trent was just returning from the rest room only to find the quarterback standing there waiting for him. 

"Um the coach said that passing this test was more important than practice, so he let me go early. Your parents said to just go on up to your room," Greg explained.

"OK. That's fine," Trent cringed knowing that he had left his computer screen on.

"So would you like to explain that," Greg asked pointing towards the monitor?

"I think that it is pretty self-explanatory, don't you," He asked?

"I don't believe it! You're Mr. E.," Greg asked?

"It certainly looks that way," Trent replied.

"I don't understand. We were so awful to you. Why would you do this," Greg asked bewildered? 

"I have my reasons," Trent replied.

"That is not good enough this time," Greg said.

"Look, if you want my help studying then you will keep my secret," Trent said a bit heated.

"It won't matter anyway, because until I find out what your motives are for helping us I won't be able to concentrate on anything else," Greg stated.

Knowing the quarterback was probably telling the truth, Trent decided to bite the bullet and give in.

"Alright, but if I share this with you I need to be assured that it stays strictly between the two of us," Trent demanded.

"Will you tell me all of it, including why you really let Becky and I take the credit for what you did back in Canada," Greg asked?

"If you promise to keep it to yourself I will," Trent replied.

"Ok I promise, I won't tell anyone your secrets. Now why did you become this Mr. E.," Greg asked?

"Well I guess the truth of the matter is that I just couldn't help who I fell in love with," Trent replied.

Backing away from the young man Greg asked in horror? "You're in love, with one of us," 

"Not one of the guys on your team you idiot, I am in love with Becky," Trent admitted out loud for the first time ever.

"Becky, Becky Watson," Greg asked in astonishment?

"Do you know of another, of course I mean Becky Watson," Trent said a bit annoyed.

"Ok, I can't fault you for bad taste, but how did you go from loving Becky, to helping out the guys on our team," Greg asked still confused?

Well one day I accidentally overheard Becky tell Stacy that she probably wouldn't be able to go to nursing school, because the councilor said that it was very difficult to obtain a scholarship for cheerleading. Her grades were decent, but not quite good enough to get her there academically, and her mother just couldn't afford to help out. I decided to take it upon myself to try and find her a scholarship or grant that the councilor may have overlooked, but I ran into the same difficulties that he did. Determined not to fail, I learned everything there was to know about cheerleading, which turned out to be a lot more fun then I originally though it would be, if you know what I mean. I came up with cheers that not only featured Becky, but were far beyond anything which the other high schools were attempting at the time. My next big hurdle came when I discovered that because of limited budgets, the few cheerleading scouts that were out there almost always car pooled with other coaches. Since our basketball team pretty much sucks, my only choice was to focus on you football jocks, Trent explained.

"So let me get this straight. You started feeding us plays in order to make us good enough to attract college scouts, in hopes of earning Becky a cheerleading scholarship," Greg asked totally stunned?

"Yes, that was pretty much my plan," Trent replied.

"How did you come up with Mr. E," He asked?

Well I thought it was a cool play on words. If I would have just given you guys the plays, you would have probably ripped them up in my face without taking into account their possible potential. Even your coach treats me like shit. I figured if they were left anonymously you guys might at least give them some consideration," he said.

"You are probably right. Looking back, I am ashamed to admit that is exactly what any of us would have done. How did you manage to come up with such great plays anyway," Greg wanted to know?

Well believe it or not, first I had to learn the game, which was pretty boring until I began to think about it in a terminology that made sense to me. Basic physics states that for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction. After learning the rules of the game I began to plug in this theory whenever I was studying a play. I went back and researched some of what was deemed as the greatest games of all time. After sorting through all of this knowledge, I was able to come up with plays that quite frankly were well beyond what most average high school coaches were teaching. Your practice and skill level took care of the rest, Trent explained.

"So you let me take the credit for saving us," Greg started to ask?

"Yes, for the same reason. The more popular you became, either on the field or off of it, the more likely it would attract college coaches to your games. If they came to see you play they would also be subjected to Becky's cheerleading performance as well," Trent said.

"So is that why you decided to help me study, so that I can attract scouts for Becky," Greg asked angrily?

"Partially, but if you bothered to notice there have been several coaches watching you from schools that Becky is not even interested in attending," Trent pointed out.

"Now that you mention it, there have been representatives from schools that I haven't even applied for watching me play," Greg said.

"Are you sure you never applied to any of them," Trent asked with a wicked smile?

"Are you saying that you applied to collages using my name," Greg asked totally bewildered?

"Let's just say I plead the fifth on that one," Trent replied grinning.

"Why would you do that," He asked?

Well in the beginning it seemed ok to use you and the teammates after the shitty way you have treated me all these years. When I finally got to know you though; I started to feel guilty about what I was doing. I figured that I wasn't exactly hurting you, but the schools that Becky wanted to attend were hardly competing with the ones that you were looking to go to. I concluded that if I made it seem like you were interested in other serious sports teams, that the college you really wanted to attend just might beef up their offer, Trent explained.

"How did you obtain all our information for the applications," Greg asked?

"You know our high school has a really lousy security system. Just about anyone can hack into it. I really should talk to someone about getting that fixed, after all my information is on there as well," Trent replied red faced.

"So you did all this just to get Becky a scholarship," He asked?

"Pretty much, like I said before you can't help who you fall in love with," Trent replied.

"So why don't you go after her," Greg asked?

"Come on dude, Can you actually see the head cheerleader falling for the school nerd," Trent asked?

"You are a hell of a lot more than just a nerd," Greg replied.

Maybe so, but even if by some miracle I did manage to snag Becky, I am planning on attending Harvard medical school next year, and no matter what kind of strings I pull, I could never get her admitted there. A long distance relationship just won't work. I could stay faithful, but with her looks and body the wolves are going to be all over her like it she was their last supper. It would break my heart to have her, just to lose her to some jock. No, this way she gets a chance at a good life, where she can make it on her own without having to depend on some jackass for support. I am doing my part to get her there, but the rest is up to her, Trent explained.

"Well, I believe I have answered all of your questions. Are you going to keep my secrets," Trent asked?

"I promised I would. One thing you will learn about me is that I don't go back on my word easily. Are you really going to help me pass this test," Greg asked?

"Of course, Becky's future may depend upon it. Besides, I said I would help and like you; I always try to keep my promises," He replied winking at the quarterback.

Upon giving him a few test questions, it didn't take Trent long to figure out where Greg's main problem areas lie. After explaining to the quarterback where he went wrong, the young man really started to comprehend the new material. 

"I think with a few more of these study sessions you will be able to go in and ace that test," Trent said confidently.

"Dude, I feel like I am really starting to understand this stuff! Man I just don't know how to thank you," Greg exclaimed!

"Well you did seem to get Tim off my back. Let's just call it even," Trent said.

"You could have easily done that yourself," Greg reminded him.

"Perhaps, but that is just not my style. I didn't study martial arts so that I could beat up the school bully," Trent replied.

"Man the more I get to know you, the cooler you seem to be," The quarterback said.

"Greg, as unbelievable as it may sound, I am beginning to think of you as a friend. I have only told one other person what I shared with you tonight, and I couldn't even admit to him my love for Becky. Please, don't make me regret my decision," Trent said solemnly. 

"You have my word brother," Greg replied without breaking eye contact.

With that being said, the two bid each other farewell for the evening with plans to get together a few more times before the test. Trent was of mixed emotions with what happened tonight. He may show up tomorrow the laughing stock of the entire school. Mr. Wang had always taught him to trust his instincts, and for whatever reason Trent actually believed that Greg would not betray him.

The next day passed as it normally would, without Trent being able to detect any unusual snickers or stares. The one unexpected thing that did occur was that the football coach came up and personally thanked Trent for helping Greg. The guy was still an asshole, but at least he was making an effort, and so Trent graciously accepted his gratitude. 




Mr. E. (Over The Top)



Greg visited two more times, and when it came time to take the test he aced it as Trent had predicted he would. His teacher became leery of the quarterback's sudden improvement, but the young man was easily able to prove he did not cheat, by answering a few other questions on the blackboard that were not on his test paper. Mr. Jenkins was forced to give Greg extra credit points for the questions that he answered correctly on the board. This helped bring up his previous test score that he did so poorly on. 

"Dude that was a hell of a game," Trent said as he caught the quarterback coming out of the gymnasium. 

"I can't believe you showed up," Greg replied.

"Well believe it or not, I am really starting to get hooked on football," Trent said much to his own amazement. 

"By the way congratulations on acing your test," Trent said. 

"Man you should have seen the look on Willard's face when I completed those extra questions right in front of him. The dude looked like he wanted to crawl under his desk," Greg exclaimed! 

"Hey man why don't you come to my celebration party this Saturday," Greg asked?

"I don't know dude, I am not exactly the parting type, and besides the last thing I need is to see Tim hanging all over Becky," Trent answered.

"Becky won't even be there. She has to go out of town with her folks this weekend," Greg replied.

"I don't know," Trent started to say looking for a reason to decline the invitation.

Come on man, we will have a great time. My parents won't allow any alcohol, so you don't have to worry about that. Bring your suit. We have a pool and hot tub. Good music and I have already told the guys that I am going to invite you. They know what you did to help me pass this test, and they promised not to bother you if you come, Greg said.

"Well I guess I could attend for a little while, but I don't know about the swim suit thing. Watching some of the girls in their sexy bikinis could prove most embarrassing," Trent answered.

"I've seen you naked remember. Believe me dude you have nothing to be embarrassed about," Greg said smiling.

And so it was settled. Trent was due to attend his first upper class high school party. He wondered as he drove home just how in the hell he kept managing to get himself into these predicaments.

Saturday morning Trent spent the day working out with Mr. Wang. The old man seemed relieved, but not surprised to learn that Trent had survived his ordeal in Canada. 

"I told your parents not to give up hope. I could still feel your presence upon this earth and I knew that you hadn't crossed over to the other side," He explained.

Trent inquired as to how he was able to determine that information.

My son you may be the best pupil that I have ever had the privilege of teaching, but I must confess that you are just not ready yet to understand some of the deepest teachings of Japanese culture. Perhaps in time you will be able to open your mind wide enough to grasp what is beyond your five senses. Until then, just be aware that there is something out there much bigger than man's own existence. If you ever do learn to embrace it, then you too will be able to distinguish between this life and the hereafter, Mr. Wang explained. 

Trent told him about the party that he had promised to attend that evening. To his surprise the old man seemed pleased that he was going to mingle with his peers.

It is not healthy for a young man your age to stay so secluded from the world around you. You must go out and meet the temptations that everyone else faces. Only then will you be able to make the choices that are right for you. Fear is a good motivator my son, but sometimes it can overpower what must be done," the man said.

"You think I am afraid, sir," Trent asked?

Everyone is afraid. Fear informs us of impending danger. Like any tool we must learn to utilize it properly so that we can take the information that fear provides and practice making sound decisions that will base how we proceed when critical situations occurs. When you helped deliver you teacher baby no doubt you were afraid. You took that fear and used it to make sure you analyzed all of the possible mistakes that you could make, and then took measures to prevent them. That is the basis of martial arts, anticipate your opponents' actions and take steps to counter their moves, Mr. Wang explained.

Trent thought about how he told Greg he learned the game of football. Mr. Wang had just described the basic fundamentals of physics. "For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction."

As if reading his thoughts Mr. Wang replied. "Yes my son, physics is often the basis of most things of this world,"

Trent left the man's home much like he had many times before, feeling tired and yet energized at the same time. After showering and getting ready he placed his swim trunks and a towel in a small duffel bag. Thinking that maybe everyone was right, Trent decided to cut loose and have a bit of fun. He still couldn't shake the feeling that for some reason he just had to show up tonight. 

"Hey man you made it," Greg said as he answered the door.

"I told you I would," Trent replied.

Yeah, but this time I must admit I had my doubts. Well enough about that. The party's out back. There are burgers by the grill, soda in the fridge, and snacks on the table. The bathroom is up stairs on the right, and my room is across from it on the left. You can change now, or just drop your bag in my room and go enjoy the view if you know what I mean, Greg said as they headed for the stairs.

"What's the nerd doing here," Tim asked as he came around the corner?

"Lay off Tim, I told you I invited him," Greg said.

"Yeah, but I never thought he'd be stupid enough to show up," Tim replied arrogantly.

"Trent is my guest tonight, and if you don't like it you don't have to be," Greg hotly replied.

"Yeah whatever dude," Tim said walking away.

"I'm really sorry about that," Greg apologized.

"Man it's not your fault that some people take longer to grow up than others. I really appreciate that you invited me, and I am not going to let one asshole spoil my good time," Trent said smiling.

"I still don't understand what a girl like Becky sees in someone like him," Greg said honestly.

"Neither do I, but then again I have recently been told that I need to open my mind a little wider," Trent replied to the curious quarterback.

Choosing to wait to see how he was going to react to the various stimulants that surrounded him, Trent dropped his bag off in Greg's room and headed downstairs to join the party. Tim seemed to be giving the young man a wide birth, at least for now, so after a quick bite to eat, he started to attempt to mingle with the rest of the guest.

Many of the people there knew that he'd helped Greg pass his geometry exam, and a lot of them were grateful to him for doing so. The game that they had won Friday night was an important one, and it would have likely gone very different had their star quarterback not been able to play. For the most part people treated the young man quite well, but there were a few, that although acted civil to him, gave off the impression that this nerd was intruding where he didn't belong. Trent took it all in stride, realizing that he had in fact helped to create this wall between himself and his peers by hiding behind the nerd persona. 

Feeling that he could now maintain control of his lower region by using some of the meditation techniques that Mr. Wang had taught him, Trent decided to go up stairs and change into his swim trunks. There were a lot of people who were surprised to find that the young man was hiding a well-toned body beneath the baggy clothing he always wore. He quickly engaged in a game of water volleyball, and managed to pretty much hold his own against the other players.

"Wow, you look like you're in pretty good shape. Why haven't you joined any of the athletic teams at school," Dory asked?

Dory was another cheerleader on Becky's squad. She was a tall brunet with larger boobs then Becky had, but a bit too ditsy for Trent's taste.

"Well Dory it's true I like to keep fit, but I just have too many other interests to be able to devote the amount of time it would take to be good at any one particular sport," Trent replied.

"So how do you manage to stay in top form," She asked?

"I have an exercise regimen that I do nearly every day, and a couple times a week I work out with a friend," Trent answered avoiding telling her of his martial arts training. 

"Maybe someday we could work out together," Dory asked?

"I would like that," Trent replied surprising himself.

Dory soon excused herself to go mingle, and Trent decided that since the pool was fairly empty now he would amuse himself by doing some laps.

As he swam Trent could feel a pair of eyes watching him. Briefly wondering if this is what Mr. Wang was referring to when he mentioned the sensing of other peoples presence, he finished out the lap he was working on and looked up to see Stacey staring down at him.

"Hi Stacey, what's up," He asked?

"Oh nothing much, may I have a word with you," She asked.

"Shoot," He replied.

"I was just wondering, if you could tell me what it was truly like in Canada," She asked?

"Well I am sure that you have talked to Becky and Greg about it. What did they say," Trent asked curiously?

"They gave a pretty good description of how they felt, and what you guys went through, but when your name comes up they got a bit quiet and didn't really have much to say," She replied.

"I guess my presence wasn't all that important," Trent lied.

"For some reason I just didn't get that impression," Stacey stated.

"I don't know what I can say to help you Stacey. It was an experience that I am glad I went through, and one that I hope will never have to be repeated," Trent said.

"Becky admitted that the four of you saw each other in various stages of nudity from time to time," Stacey said.

"Yeah so what, it wasn't like we were having one big orgy. We were just a group of people trying to survive while confined in a very small cavern. Privacy was not a luxury that we had an abundance of," Trent tried to explain.

"Becky never mentioned how buff you were. I just find that odd," Stacey said.

"Maybe Becky never really paid that much attention, she does have a boyfriend you know," Trent replied.

"The girl would have to be blind not to have noticed your body," Stacey said while blushing, a bit.

"Well I am glad you like what you see. For the record you are strikingly beautiful yourself," He replied, while trying to prevent getting a hard-on.

"Would you like to dry off and sunbathe with me for a while," Stacey asked?

"That would be great, why don't you go find us a nice spot, and I will join you in a bit," Trent requested?

"Why not come with me now," She asked.

"Um because at this particular moment it could prove to be a rather embarrassing situation for me if I did," Trent explained while blushing.

Understanding his meaning, Stacey quickly left to find a nice spot to lie down. Trent took about three more laps across the Olympic size pool, until he finally felt comfortable in joining her. As he walked up towards her blanket, she quickly asked him to apply sun block to her back side. Anticipating this request, Trent attempted to distract himself by focusing on trying to solve a tough mathematical equation in his head.

"Oh I see what you mean about an embarrassing moment. Maybe you'd better turn on your side," Stacey said smiling.

"Perhaps you're right, that is why I usually wear baggy clothing," Trent said blushing.

"So how big are you anyway," Stacey wanted to know?

"I'm not asking for your measurements. We don't know each other well enough to be sharing that type of information," Trent replied a bit shocked at her boldness.

"I'll tell if you will," Stacey stated smiling.

"If I were to tell, how quickly would it become public knowledge," Trent asked?

"That would depend on how fast you would tell all the guys my breast size," Stacey answered.

"Information like that is private, and I consider it as such. I wouldn't be revealing it to anyone," Trent replied.

"Did Becky ever see you naked," She asked?

"Yes, as a matter of fact she did," Trent replied.

"Why didn't she tell me about it," Stacey asked?

"Maybe she believes like I do that such things should remain private. It also may have helped that I asked her not to," Trent said.

"I still can't believe she didn't tell her best friend," Stacey said.

"That is precisely why I am not going to answer your question. By your own admittance you deem it ok to break a trust as long as you're sharing it with a close friend. I believe when someone shares a secret with you it should remain as such," Trent said.

"Oh come on you could tell me," Stacey said.

"I could tell the entire school as well, but I choose not to do that either," Trent replied.

Trent quickly found out the quickest way to peek someone's curiosity is to tell them they don't need to know something. Stacey kept trying to get him to give in, and Trent kept refusing to do so. 

"Oh well it probably is only about normal size anyway," Stacey said knowing that it wasn't true.

"I wouldn't know, as I don't go around measuring other guys' dicks," Trent replied.

"Why won't you tell me," Stacey whined? 

"Maybe someday I will show you," Trent said starting to enjoy this little game that the two of them were playing.

Just as he was waiting for her response, the couple heard loud shouting coming from inside the house.

Damn it Tim, I thought I made it clear that there was to be no booze at this party," Greg shouted.

"Come on man, the guys' and I just want to unwind a bit. It's not like you have never drank before," Tim said.

"Sure I have, but it has never been at someone's house whose parents forbid it. I told you earlier that there would be no alcohol at this party, and yet you and your friend decided to bring your own anyway. Now I am going to ask you once more to leave," Greg said.

"Why don't you fucking make us," Tim challenged?

"If he can't I will asshole," Trent exclaimed as he started walking towards Tim!

"There will be no fighting in my home. Now I have asked you nicely to leave. If I have to I will call the police. If that happens you will surely be suspended from the team," Greg threatened.

"Man Stevens, what did you do catch geek fever in Canada or something? Ok were going, but this isn't over not by a long shot," Tim threatened as him and his buddy's exited from Greg's house.

"Show's over, let's all get back to the party," Greg announced.

As everyone was returning to the back yard, Trent decided to run upstairs and change back into his regular clothes.

"Wow I just can't believe that Trent stood up to Tim and his friends that way. He was sure lucky you threatened to call the police. Trent could have gotten himself seriously hurt," Stacey said.

"Tim and his friends are the lucky ones," Greg replied without thinking.

"What did you mean by that," Stacey asked?

"Oh um nothing, I was just thinking out loud. Why don't we get back to the party," Greg suggested?

Having felt he'd had enough excitement for one night Trent decided it was time for him to leave. Returning to the back yard he said his customary goodnight to his host, and then left for home. Preferring to enjoy the fresh air Trent had his window down as he passed by the local park. Just as he was about to turn the other way, Trent heard a very faint scream. Choosing to investigate on his own he quickly discovered that Tim and his pals had chosen to take their little party here rather than going home. He would have normally left them to their own drunkenness, but upon closer inspection he realized that they had picked up company along the way. Getting out of his car Trent finally recognized the female voice as Mandy Tanner, a freshman at their school.

"Please guys just let me go. You don't have to give me a ride. I can walk home," Mandy cried.

Oh were going to give you a ride sweetheart, and when were done you'll qualify as an instant senior." Tim said as he ripped open her blouse.

Trent had originally opened his cell phone to call the police, but then got the idea to use the video camera function to film the attack. Trent wedged his phone between some tree branches so that it could continue filming, while he confronted the three bullies'. 

"Ok you assholes play time is over, now let the poor girl go," Trent exclaimed! 

"Oh look guys it's our favorite nerd. Sit down and be quiet boy, and if you're good we may even let you have sloppy seconds when were finished," Tim said.

"Tim Brown, how the hell could you possibly even think of having sex, much less raping this poor girl, when you're still seeing Becky, who by the way, is head over heels in love with you," Trent asked?

"Love, you think I love that bitch? You're as crazy as she is. Becky may be a great piece of ass, but that is all she'll ever be. When you're going places like I am there will always be some slut that will try to hitch themselves to you for a meal ticket," Tim replied.

"You are one sorry son of a bitch. At any rate your little party has just been cancelled," Trent angrily replied.

"Listen here you fucking punk; I have had enough of your shit," Tim exclaimed as he started towards Trent!

"Before you get any closer asshole I am bound by law to warn you that I hold a black belt in both karate and judo. If you continue to advance towards me in a threatening manner I will be forced to defend myself, and chances are you will be hurt in the process," Trent said loud enough for the video camera to pick it up.

"Did you hear that boys? This nerd who we have pushed around for years now claims to be some kind of karate expert. Are you guys as scared as I am," He asked mockingly?

Tim's first swing was his undoing, as Trent used the linebackers own momentum to swiftly flip him over his shoulder and onto the ground. A quick jerk on his upper arm left the young man screaming in pain from a dislocated shoulder. Seeing his friend hit the ground Rich Brady pulled out his knife and charged at Trent. Being trained in hand to hand combat Trent had no problem disarming the assailant, and then for good measure he broke the guys' right arm in the process. So far he hadn't caused any permanent damage. Being a true believer of working through the pain, and a real idiot to boot, Tim somehow managed to get to his feet and once again made a run towards Trent. This time the linebacker got a broken nose for his trouble. 

"Well I guess it's just you and me Ralph. Are you going to be a good boy and let Mandy go, or would you prefer to wind up like your friends over there," He asked the frightened lad.

Ralph pushed Mandy towards Trent's arms before fleeing the scene. 

"I always knew that guy was a chicken shit," Trent exclaimed as he led a clinging Mandy to his car!

"Everything's going to be ok. Just sit here and relax until the police come. You can lock the doors and roll up the windows if that will make you feel safer," Trent said in a comforting tone.

"Please don't leave me," She begged practically in hysterics.

"I just have to go over there and get my phone so I can call the police. I promise I will come right back," Trent assured her as he finally managed to get the girl to let go of his hand. 

Retrieving his phone Trent ended the video feed and proceeded to dial 911 for the local police. After finishing the call he headed back towards his car to wait with Mandy. His thoughts soon became plagued with the three boys who committed the attack, and the popularity of their families. Had he not recorded the entire ordeal, it could have easily turned into a he said she said situation. With this in mind Trent decided to play it safe.




Mr. E. (Over The Top)



After explaining the situation, the police seized Trent's cell phone as evidence. Everyone was taken to the hospital for observation or treatment. Mandy did not want to leave Trent's side, and only after he promised to wait right outside the room did she finally agree to let the doctor examine her. Trent was able to use the nurses' phone to call his parents, and while awaiting their arrival he encountered Mandy's dad in the process. 

"Where are you keeping my daughter," The angry man shouted at the frightened nurse?

"Excuse me sir, but are you Mr. Tanner," The detective budded in?

"Yeah I am, and I want to know where my daughter is right now," he spat.

"Sir your daughter appears to have been the victim of an attempted rape earlier this afternoon," The detective started so say.

Turning towards Trent with hate in his eyes the man spat "Why you little punk I should break every bone in your body," Mandy's father said through his rage.

"I don't think you want to do that Mr. Tanner. This young man allegedly stopped the perpetrators from committing the attack." The police officer said.

"So they never," He started to ask.

"No sir, according to the police report there was never any penetration," The detective answered.

Trent's parents had shown up by this time, and the detective began to explain to everyone the details of what happened.

"So let me get this straight. You stood up against three senior football players, yet you don't have a scratch on you. What type of weapon were you using," Her father asked?

"Sir I only fought two of the guys, the third ran away. I am a black belt martial arts expert. I didn't need any other weapon," Trent explained.

"But the officer said one of them had a knife," Trent's mother mentioned?

"He did mom, but with his broken arm he couldn't manage to hold onto it very well," Trent said just as the doctor came out of the examination room.

"Hello Mr. Tanner, I am Doctor Lee. Your daughter has a few minor bruises, and her cloths are ripped, but I can confirm that there wasn't any penetration. I let her have a hospital gown to wear and gave her a mild sedative to help calm her down. I will allow you to take her home, but please watch her carefully, as she has been through quite an ordeal," The doctor said. 

After explaining that his wife was at home taking care of Mandy's little sister who had the flu, the man repeatedly thanked Trent for saving his little girl. Before leaving with her father, Mandy came out and gave Trent a hug herself.

With the community as small as it was, and them being absent from school, it wasn't long before Tim and his pals were linked to the attempted rape in the park. Tim broke the silence by telling Becky that the boys had simply stopped to offer the young girl a ride home. She recognized them from school, and knew that they were popular. She said that she wanted to be part of the in crowd too. When she tried to seduce them and they declined her advances, she got mad ripped her own blouse and then jumped from the car screaming rape. She ran right into Trent, and before they could explain what happened he went ballistic injuring Rich and himself, before Ralph had a chance to escape. He convinced her that Mandy was merely acting the part of a victim to get attention. Tim even went as far as to say he felt sorry for the girl, who obviously suffered from major emotional problems. 

Tensions ran high both in and out of school as the community divided its support between the two sides. The Tanner's were new to the area, and not too many people have gotten to know them all that well. On the other side of the fence you had the three football players, who were all well known and from decent families. Both stories seemed feasible; it was just a matter of whom to believe. 

The boy's attorney surprised everyone by requesting that the trial date be moved up instead of pushed back. It was nearing the end of the semester, and if the three were acquitted they would be allowed back in school and would then be able to graduate with their classmates. Public support greatly favored the three defendants. It was during this time that the defense was handed its first major blow. Somehow the memory chip in Trent's phone had gone missing.

"Without that video I'm afraid that they stand a much greater chance of walking away from this," The district attorney said. 

Mandy and her family knew that if she dropped the charges against the three boys, she would be forever branded as a liar and possibly worse. The town folks would likely rally against them and they would be forced to move away. Trent and his family stood solid by their side, secure in the knowledge that they were doing what was right. The day of the trial had finally arrived, and the courthouse was jammed packed. Becky, who was now thoroughly convinced of her boyfriends innocence sat directly behind him to show her support. Everyone was sworn in and testimony was heard. As expected it had become a he said, she said ordeal and things weren't looking too good for the prosecution. That was until Trent took the stand.

"Please explain in your own words what happened that day," The district attorney requested. 

Well I was driving home from a party with the windows down. I was just passing the park when I heard a faint scream off in the distance. Deciding to investigate on my own, I drove down the lane and saw a car which I later learned belonged to one of the defendants. Getting out of my own car I walked a little ways and came across the three football players, who appeared to be holding a girl I later recognized as Mandy Tanner against her will. I got out my cell phone to call the police, but I figured that they probably wouldn't arrive in time to save Mandy. I remembered that my phone had a video camera function on it, so I started it up as I approached the group myself. When I was close enough to record everything that was going on I wedged the phone between a few tree branches and aimed the camera towards the group. I then confronted the young men, whom I recognized as Tim Brown, Rich Brady and Ralph Davis. I warned them to let Mandy go, and Tim told me that if I was good he would let me have a piece of her when they were finished. After repeating my warning, I informed them that I held a black belt in both karate and judo, and if they didn't set her free on their own I was going to force them to do so, and they would likely be hurt in the process. Not believing me Tim threw the first punch, which I easily avoided, then I proceeded to take him down, dislocating his shoulder in the process. Rich pulled a knife and was the next to come at me. Since he had a weapon, I took his attack more seriously, and ended up breaking his arm in the process of defending myself. Tim came at me again and this time I broke his nose. Ralph released Mandy and took off in his car so that he didn't have to face me. I then took Mandy to my car and walked back to get my phone. I shut off the video camera, and called the police, Trent explained.

"So where is this video now," The district attorney asked?

"Well sir just as I feared it seems to have disappeared from the evidence room," Trent replied.

"What do you mean as you feared," The judge wanted to know?

"The defendants have a lot of friends and family in this town," Trent started to say.

"Son, if you keep going where I fear your headed you could be charged with liable," The judge warned.

"Not at all your honor, to be charged with liable I would have to accuse a specific person, which I haven't. I am merely trying to tell you what was going through my mind when I decided to send a copy of the video I made back to my home email address," Trent said as the courtroom went wild.

After the judge banged his gavel, and dished out the usual threats Trent was able to finish his testimony.

"I have taken the liberty of burning the file to a DVD, so that you can all get a better idea of what went on that day," Trent said.

Of course the defense attorney objected to the video being submitted as evidence. Trent explained to the judge that after the memory chip had conveniently vanished, he wasn't sure who could be trusted with the knowledge that he had a backup copy of it. He decided to keep it a secret until the trial began. 

The judge, wanting to get to the truth of this matter, decided to allow the video into evidence, and although the recording was not the best, one could clearly make out everyone's faces and determine what was happening and being said. The courthouse erupted in chaos, as Becky stood up and slapped Tim, before storming out of the room. The judge had to call a fifteen minute recess in which he cleared the courtroom of anyone who was nonessential to the case. 

When the session resumed it was a totally different atmosphere. The boys councilor was ready to talk plea-bargain, but the DA wanted to stand firm with the charges at hand. Mandy surprised everyone when she stood up and asked to address the court. 

Your honor, as you can imagine this has been a truly horrifying experience for me. What's made it even worse is that so many people actually believed that I fabricated the whole thing just to gain popularity. If I am grateful for anything it would be that everyone will now know the truth, which is that I wasn't lying, and truly was attacked that day. With that being said, I am well aware that teenagers make mistakes, especially when they have been drinking, as the three defendants clearly had been that afternoon. Although I feel that they should receive more than just a slap on the wrist for what they did, or at least tried to do, I really don't want to see the rest of their lives ruined over something that they probably wouldn't have done if they had been sober, she said. 

"Are you asking me to go easy on them," The judge asked?

Your honor, although I don't condone how some people have treated me throughout this nightmare, I do understand their motives. It is through my compassion for the parents and loved ones of the defendants that I ask that you drop the charge of attempted rape, and convict them on the lesser count of assault. This way they won't have the label of sex offender following them for the rest of their lives, she pleaded.

In the end, it was decided that the three defendants would all receive different sentences. Tim was given six months jail time for assault against Mandy and Trent. Rich got a year in jail for assault with a deadly weapon, and Ralph got 3 years probation and 200 hours of community service, since he didn't actually fight anyone. Thanks to Mandy's emotional plea, all three of the boys avoided serious prison terms. Word spread quickly about the young ladies immense generosity, and the once shunned 16 year old soon became one of the most liked and well respected members of her class. 

With the trial now over, Trent's concern shifted towards Becky. The poor girl had been so infatuated with Tim, that she just couldn't see him for the asshole that he was. As long as there were some measurements of doubt, she could easily stay caught up in his lies and her dreams of their future together. Now that the truth was undeniable, he had no idea how she would react. Unfortunately for Trent, the answer to that question came the very next day. She had not shown up for her morning classes, so Trent was shocked to find her standing by his locker apparently waiting for him.

"Hello Becky. How are you doing," He asked seconds before the palm of her hand made a surprisingly powerful connection with his face? 

"How the hell do you think I am doing you bastard," She screamed?

You had that video this entire time, yet you let me parade around defending that asshole to anyone who would listen. I told everyone that I knew Tim, and he could never have done what he was being falsely accused of. I said that he loved me, and we planned on getting married just as soon as we graduated from college. I even moved out of my parent's home, when they tried to forbid me from seeing him. You were supposed to be my friend, yet you sat back and let me make a complete and utter fool of myself. I don't care what happened in Canada. I hate you Trent Hamilton. I hate your fucking guts, and I hope I never see you again; Becky exclaimed as she ran away crying! 

Realizing that anger as deep as hers would take a substantial time to get over; Trent decided that the best think he could do for Becky was to put some distance between them. Knowing that he already had enough credits to graduate, Trent contacted Harvard about their special enrollment program. 

"Excuse me Mrs. Miller, but may I have a word with you in private," Trent asked while lightly knocking on her door?

"Sure Trent come on in we're just finishing up. OK Class, don't forget to review chapters 13 through 26, as they will be on your midterm tomorrow," She said as everyone scurried from the room.

"Alright what can I do for you Trent," She asked once they were alone?

"Actually I just came here to say goodbye," Trent said solemnly. 

"Goodbye? What are you talking about? Where are you going," The stunned teacher asked?

"Boston actually, I have signed up for a special enrollment program at Harvard Medical School," Trent answered.

"But you haven't even finished high school yet," She argued.

"I have already acquired enough credits, so I petitioned for early graduation," Trent explained.

"Are you doing this because of Becky," She asked?

"Partially yes, but my issues with her aside this is a great opportunity. I have been accepted as a junior intern, and I get to watch and assist the doctors with real life situations," Trent explained.

"I am so very proud of you, but I am going to miss you terribly," Linda said.

"I'm going to miss you to," Trent replied. 

"I am trying to keep my departure as quiet as possible, so please don't tell anybody," Trent asked?

"Boy you sure ask me to keep a lot of secrets," She teased. "At any rate I promise that I won't say anything. Could you do me a favor though," She asked?

"I will if I can," Trent answered. 

"Would you come to our house for dinner before you leave," She requested?

"Well I am planning on taking off this Sunday morning," Trent replied.

"How about you come over Friday night, I can throw together a pan of lasagna later this evening, and have it all ready to bake for tomorrow night," Linda suggested.

"That sounds delicious, but you're not planning on inviting anyone else, are you," He wanted to know?

"No you don't have to worry about that. My husband and I haven't had a chance to talk to you, since we were rescued. I just thought tomorrow would be a good time to do so," She replied. 

After agreeing to come to dinner, Trent headed back home to start packing up the things he needed. Being an incoming freshman, he would have to live in a dorm for a few years. The supervisor he spoke to at Harvard had assured him that a room would be ready upon his arrival. He was busy going through his list when there was a knock on his bedroom door.

"Hey dude, your parents told me I could just come on up. What are you doing," Greg asked eyeing the suitcases?

"Packing," Trent answered smiling.

"Yeah that's pretty obvious, but where are you going," He wanted to know?

So Trent explained his midterm graduation plans and early Harvard acceptance to Greg.

"You're leaving because of what happened with you and Becky, aren't you," Greg asked?

"Mostly yes," Trent admitted. "Don't get me wrong, this is a great opportunity, and will look fantastic on my resume, but with all the drama I have been through since last summer, and now this thing with Becky, man I just can't take it anymore. I need to get away. Somewhere that I can start fresh, and get back to a peaceful boring existence," Trent explained.

"Look man, I don't know whether you should stay here or move to Boston, but one thing I am certain of is that no matter where you end up you are going to stand out in a crowd. If you would just learn to accept that fact of life, you would probably be a happier person," Greg replied.

"There may be a bit of truth in what you're saying, but regardless I just can't stay here anymore. I have been working on Mr. E.'s farewell instructions, and I think they are some of my best work yet. I hope that I can count on you to make sure that the coaches find them," Trent said.

"Yeah, I suppose I can do that. Do you still wish to remain anonymous," Greg asked?

Absolutely, with all of the hype that has been generated about the identity of Mr. E. we practically have different scouts coming to every game. I know that you have already received several offers, and I have heard that Becky has gotten a few for herself. With me out of the picture, maybe she will be more focused and the deals will just keep getting better; Trent explained.

Before Greg left, the two had vowed to keep in touch. Trent asked Greg not to tell anyone about his pending departure, and the quarterback reluctantly agreed not to.

Trent had a great time at the Miller's on Friday. Linda had shared the truth about what happened in Canada with her husband Frank. The guy couldn't have been nicer or more appreciative then he acted that night. The fact that the young man had played such a big role in the safe return of his wife and newborn child made Trent an instant friend for life. Frank even offered Trent a beer with his supper.

"When in our home you are a visiting friend, and not one of my wife's students," Frank stated.

Although he was tempted to accept, Trent graciously declined the drink, citing that he was driving later that evening, and if a cop were to pull him over for any reason, it would not be a good thing to have alcohol on his breath. Linda insisted that Trent hold little Frankie, while she took pictures of the two of them.

"Someday when he grows up I am going to tell him about the wonderful friend who helped bring him into this world," Linda said bringing a slight tear to Trent's eye.

Trent's parents wanted to do something special for his last night at home, but unfortunately they were already engaged in a prior commitment that they couldn't get out of. He understood, as these things sometimes happen with career oriented people. Trent was just finishing up his last minute packing when the door bell rang. Looking out the peep hole the young man was shocked to find Stacey standing there. While opening the door to invite her in, Trent said. "Hello Stacey. So what do I owe this pleasure," He asked? 

"I heard that you were graduating early and leaving town," She said.

"Who'd you hear that from," Trent asked annoyed that his plans have already been leaked? 

"I overheard our principal Mr. Sutton asked his secretary to pull your file because you had applied for early graduation. He said that you were moving to Massachusetts," Stacey stated.

"Yeah, I've been accepted to a junior internship at Harvard Medical School in Boston," Trent explained. 

"OMG that is so cool," Stacey exclaimed!

"I know. I am pretty excited about it," Trent said.

"By the way, Stacey did you tell anyone else about me leaving," Trent asked?

"No, when Mr. Sutton noticed that I was standing there, he said that you requested for it to remain a secret, so I didn't say anything," She said.

"You mean that you never mentioned my leaving even to Becky," Trent wanted to know?

"No way, you have seemed to become a taboo subject where she is concern," Stacey replied.

"Yeah I know," Trent meekly replied.

"So, what brings you by," Trent asked trying to change the subject?

"Well I thought that this might be my last chance," Stacey replied. 

"Your last chance for what," He asked curiously.

"To find out how big you really are. I even brought my own measuring device," She said producing a cloth tape measure out of a sewing kit.