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It's been six years since my last time I saw him. He came to my school seven years ago as a wrestling coach when I was in senior year of my high school. His name is Jack. He was 25 years old when he came to our school. He had a muscular and tone body 5ft11 175, dark hair, deep green eyes, and a killer smile. However, the guy was a tough son of a gun. He made us work out butt off. I was the co-captain of the team. He made us, the captains, work harder than others. Besides techniques, he taught both of us how to use our leadership to make other team members better. Our school won the state championship that year because of him.

Here I am at 24 years old with a six-foot and 190 lb accounting executive, after six years moved to NYC for school and job, finding myself standing the town I grew up on, Houston, TX. I've been assigned here for a three-day conference. The first day of the conference was a short one. Since the meeting is close the high school I went to, I decide to stop by and say hi to my teachers. Most of my teachers are still there. I also find out that our school has won three more championships and two-time runner-up since I graduated. People at school speak very highly of Jack. I ask around about him and find out he lives about five miles away. I was told that Jack took today off. After dropping off my things at a hotel nearby, I decide to take a cap and surprise him with my visit.

I arrive to his house around 4 p.m. I ring the bell a few times but there is no answer. I decide to wait for him. About 10 minutes later, a car is approaching slowly and parking in the driveway. When the car door opens, a hunk is stepping out. I can't believe my eyes. He looks hotter than he was six years ago. I'm finding myself stirring underneath when he steps out of the car. Taking a deep breath to calm myself down, I approach him slow.

"Hi, Coach." I greet.

It takes him a couple seconds to realize who I am, "Max!" that killer smile is appearing on his handsome face. "Long time no see. How have you been? What are you doing him?"

Taking two grocery bags from his hands, "I'm in town for a three-day conference." We are talking and carrying the groceries into his house at the same time. Unlocking the door, he explains he just moved in this hour a month ago. Stepping inside, I'm surprised how clean and neat it is. Putting the grocery bags on the table in the middle of the living room, I look around the room. The pictures of wrestling teams of our school are hung neatly on the walls. I recognize the picture of me and my teammates holding the state championship title. "Want anything to drink Max?" "Huh?" Unware of his presence behind me, I turn around. "Want anything to drink?" He repeats.

"Oh, a glass of water with a lot of ice would be great, Coach." Turning back to the picture of me and my teammates, unaware he's still standing behind me. Thinking of the moment we held up the trophy makes me smile. Suddenly, there is an arm on my shoulder. Turning on my right, I see my hot coach smiling. He's leaning over my shoulder, "Yeah, I still remember the moment. Your team was the first I coach and the best." He grabs the grocery on the table, "Make yourself comfortable, a glass of water with a lot of ice coming right up." He's disappearing in to the kitchen with the killer smile of his. I let out of relief and glad that he didn't see my bulge growing when he leaned over. I take off my suit coat and try to relax. Couple minutes later, he comes back with two glasses of water. He hands me one and holds up his, "To our reunion!" "To our reunion!" I reply. As we are sitting, he says, "Max, don't call my coach. Call me Jake. You are what? 25 now?"

"24." I correct him.

"I'll try. But give me some time to get used to it."

Then I grin, "I'll call you by your name when time is right."

We sit there and talk about the old time, and what has happened to our lives the last six years. He talks about his coaching and the house, which he recently bought. I talk about college and my job. Time's flying by. When I look at my watch, it's almost 7 p.m. I stand up and let him know that I should get going. It's an excuse for me to leave before I do anything I may regret later. He asks me to stay for dinner. Looking into those deep green eyes and that smile, I find myself accepting his offer. "I hope you don't mind steaks," he says.

Mind steaks? I love steaks." "Great. But before I prepare them, I want to give you a tour of the house." He says. He takes me to the kitchen, which is a middle size room with a set of four-chair table. Nothing's special about it. Then I follow him into the bedroom. It's a huge bedroom. It has the full bathroom.

Following him into his office, I see a few pictures of his wrestling teams that he has coached. Then he takes me to his gym room. Half of the room has treadmill machine, a bow flex set, kickboxing stand. The other half is covered with blue wrestling mats. He tells me it took him awhile to set this room off.