Ashley played football with all his heart, with all his mind, and with all his soul.  An ordinary days practice was little difrent from a tournament.  It merited devotion.  As such, when he hit the showers he had to peel out of the layers under his padding.  He was buff, flush, and aroused from the exertion, and had too wash his hair despite knowing it would be damp for the rest of the school day.<br/><br/>When the screams went out, he jogged out in jeans, holding his letter jacket as if about to pull it on.  Instead he started towards the girls, meanign too offer the jacket to Kathleen.  When he couldn't find her, he strode over to another cheerleader and wrapped her in the jacket and held her tightly.<br/><br/>"Bring that back to me tomorow, sweetie," he whispered when the principal sent them home.<br/><br/>He paled when it was announced that one of the cheerleaders was dead, and his eyes raced across the girls, trying to get a count, figure which of the squad was missing.