“Soon you will be wearing the school colors; it won’t be hard for you to get up to your number, what ever it may be.” Said Lucas, his grin widening “What?” said Juan, “Get up to my number?” A look of puzzlement came over Juan. Lucas saw that he was serious in this question. His grin died, and was replaced by a look of disbelief. Who had not heard of a football player’s number? “You know,” said Lucas not quite sure how to explain, “The number on the back of your jersey.” “What about it?” said Juan still puzzled. Lucas took a deep sigh. “The number on the back of a football player’s jersey is the number of women he is supposed to sleep with, before senior year.” Having said that, he gained a little more confidence, and his grin returned. “You had better get started; all the small numbers are taken. Besides, a good looking guy like yourself should have no trouble.” Juan had a look of shock mixed with interest. He took a couple of seconds to consider this. Lucas started away, he didn’t go very far before Juan shouted after him. “Yo, Lucas!” he yelled. “Ya?” came the response. “What’s your number?” Juan shouted nervously. Even from where Juan stood he could see Lucas’s devious grin widen. “Forty-two!” he yelled and was gone. * * * Later that night Juan was in a quiet home with Eliza. They were baby-sitting a little boy from 6:00 P.M to 11:00P.M. The clocked toned eight and Juan and Eliza had just put the boy to bed. They came quietly down stairs and sat on the couch. The big screen T.V. flickered on. However, Juan was not thinking of the T.V. All night he was thinking of what Lucas had said. “You better get started.” ran through his head. This was his chance. As if by fate, a commercial for an S.U.V. came on, and the words “JUST DO IT” flickered across the screen. Juan could take no more. “Hey, Eliza,” he said softly. “Yes?” she answered sweetly.