it was a long way to Huygens Tech from the Calgary campus that Phoebe had left when she graduated in June. It was an even longer way from her family home in Edmonton, the place where she began driving four days ago. In another day she would be in San Francisco. There, before arriving at Huygens, she would cruise the action at legendary sports bars.
On her mind -- besides the night she had spent with a hot Park Ranger at Crater Lake National Park -- was the lunch in a cabin in the Bow River Valley, where her coach, Genevieve McGuire, had first mentioned that a college Phoebe had never heard of was looking for an interim coach to work with women ice skaters.
At this point, this was only a half-time position, but Genevieve's husband, Professor of Mathematics, Dr. Claude McGuire, had remarked that his Huygens Tech colleague, Professor Bond, was seeking a part-time assistant for the experimental mathematics lab.
"I should tell you", Genevieve warned. "that Professor Bond has a reputation with woman. But given that you are dating a hockey player who was just drafted by the Los Angeles Kings…”
“Professor Bond is a gentleman”, Professor McGuire interjected.
"Really? And, Phoebe, I should also warn you that Yuri, the new hockey team manager, is definitely not a gentleman."
Phoebe brushed back the stray strands of the silky auburn hair that had escaped from her pony tail, straightened her short black leather skirt around her shapely long legs. That her Left Wing boyfriend was clearly more interested in playing Hockey with Wayne Gretzky than he was in spending time with his girlfriend was becoming apparent.
Many other men awaited on the beaches of California.
