<div class="floatright">(http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_et9ttl8zdzQ/TD_-vwBMOGI/AAAAAAAAN5E/eP7JumXuE2M/s1600/1a3f651e06434edab4aee510aaf9f5b6.jpg)</div><br/>Michelle nodded, "That's fine if you like, Lupo.  Want to trade phone numbers first, though?"  She pulled out her cell phone and rattled off her digits, plugging Lupo's number in if it was given, before slipping the cell phone away once more.<br/><br/>The double doors at the end of the hallway opened to reveal a wide open field, bordered only by the tennis courts, the parking lot and a thick array of trees that buffeted the horizon.  A thick garage door lay nearby upon the field, no doubt where the lawnmower and other such equipment was kept.<br/><br/>The thick smell of freshly cut grass brought a smile to Michelle's face, and she stepped further out, bringing the Frisbee with her to rush off deeper into the field.  She dropped the football not too far from the door, just in case they wanted to switch off later.  Without warning she spun, tossing the Frisbee back in David's direction.  It wasn't completely on target, she didn't have a perfect throwing technique, but her natural agility send it flying close enough that he should be able to grab it if he reached for it.