When Ashley's navy blue Buick Park Avenue pulled into his usual spot in the shade of a maple by the football field, the broad shouldered quarterback opened the door and took a soft inhale of the morning dew, only to have Kayla, a cheerleader who'd been engaged in pinning Chloe to the ground for abuse not 13 minutes ago, pounce into the car and straddle his lap.  "There you are, Ashley," she cooed, tangling her hands in his hair and giving him a kiss with her full dusty lips.<br/><br/>The big young man gasped, then laughed and pulled her close against him, not thinking to question his good fortune, he pulled the girl close against his chest by the yellow hair and repaid her kisses in kind.