Coach McGregor sat within this office going over the notes of his Asst. Coaches and from the last game. With his star quarter back out for the season they have tanked the last two games and he was trying to figure out what to do. Looking at his watch and he let out a sigh as the second hand clicked and all the hands moved to Six pm.  It was Monday night so really by this time nothing was going on within the school and he was more then likely the last one here.<br/><br/>He stood up and the chair seemed to creek with relief as It was released from his mass. He stood at six foot four and was build like a brick wall. He played foot ball all the way up to his senior year in college where there was talk he would have been at least a third round draft pick if not higher. A center for his school he had set the record for sacks for the school every year. A blown knee changed all of that at the Rose bowl. Still now an English teacher and the coach for the schools team he found himself content .<br/><br/>Still in his late twenties was good looking and still kept himself in shape. He locked the door to his office as he picked up his bag , class first thing in the morning and he still had to grade papers. As he was checking the doors to make sure they were locked he passed the changing rooms and paused infront of the girl's room at he could have sworn he heard sounds coming from it.