excitement. After that, we murdered Dartmouth - seven
goals to zero.
After the match I lay in the hot bath and thought with pride
about the game. I'd scored one goal, and helped to score
another. Now the water felt wonderful on my tired body.
Ahhhh!
Suddenly I remembered Jenny. Was she still waiting
outside? I hoped so! I jumped out of that bath and dressed
as fast as I could.
Outside, the cold winter air hit me. I looked round for
Jenny. Had she walked back to her dormitory alone?
Suddenly I saw her.
'Hey, Preppie, it's cold out here.'
I was really pleased to see her, and gave her a quick kiss.
'Did I say you could kiss me?' she said.
'Sorry. I was just excited.'
'I wasn't.'
It was dark and quiet, out there in the cold. I kissed her
again, more slowly. When we reached her dormitory, I did
not kiss her goodnight.
'Listen, Jenny, perhaps I won't telephone you for a few
months.'
She was silent for a moment. 'Why?' she asked at last.
'But perhaps I'll telephone you as soon as I get back to my
dorm.' I turned and began to walk away.
'Damn Preppie!' I heard her say. I turned again. From
twenty feet away I scored another goal.