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fun. It takes
years to master. But what I will promise you is that we will have each of you
standing by the end of the day. How long you stand is due both to balance and
perseverance. So, let’s have some fun.”
     
     
    The
group lets out a collective cheer.
     
     
    “Let’s
start on the sand, and then make our way out to the water. Put your board face
down on the beach. Mick, you’re late, so you’re going to want to get changed.”
     
            “Nah,
I’m okay—I’ll just put on this shirt.”
     
            Sam
narrows her eyes at me. “Don’t you want a wetsuit?”
     
            I
shrug. “Nah, my blood runs pretty hot, anyways.”
     
     
            I
look at Sam, realizing what I just said. I can see she’s thinking about it in
an unintended way. As I take off my shirt, she is staring at my body—I know
that look, and I know part of her wants me. After a few moments, she quickly starts
talking again, trying to divert the attention she had given me.
     
     
    “So,
once Mick is done with his strip show, we can get started.”
     
     
    There
are a few chuckles.
     
     
    “Now…
put your board on the sand in front of you. Good. Now, lay down on it with your
hands on the rails. Nice. There are two ways to get up. One way is to just jump
to your feet. The other, more subtle way, is to take a big step forward and
slowly rise up to your feet. Let’s give those a try.”
     
     
    I
watch as she demonstrates both actions. My eyes follow her as she walks around
to the group. Sam looks my way expectantly. She waves her hand to say, go help
out. I couldn’t help but become entranced by her. I try to shake the feeling,
but it clings to me like wet sand.
     
     
    Sam
knows I can’t stop looking at her. On the outside, she appears emotionless, but
a part of me knows her true feelings are beginning to surface.
     
     
    “Well,
Professor Mick, let’s see what you’ve got.” She motions to me to move closer to
the surfers.
     
     
    I
step forward and continue the lesson, and I am actually nervous—not for the
surfers, but for Sam to see and hear me. Having her eyes on me makes me anxious.
     
     
    “Okay,
guys, now put the leash around your back leg like this. We are ready to go. The
waves we are going to ride today are fairly small, so there is no need to worry
about them, but Sam will go over some safety items to be sure you know what to
do if you get in trouble. If you get knocked off your board, the most important
thing to do is not panic. Stay calm and paddle hard to return to the surface. Time
to become surf legends.”
     
     
    What
I said, I meant. This stunt is going to put me in front of every person in the
country. I will get more attention than any ten of those stupid interviews. I
don’t need to teach now—I need to show my skills. That way, I can impress Sam
and surprise the surfers—becoming a surf god.
     
     
    I
watch Sam run with the class into the water. God, she is beautiful. As if she
could feel my eyes looking to her, she turns around and smiles. She actually smiled
at me. I think it was by accident. I also think she knew what I was thinking. I
run into the water after her.
     
     
    As
I approach the water, longboard in hand, I lay the board down and begin to
paddle next to her. I stare into her eyes. If we were anywhere else, I would lean
in to kiss her. But now is not the time.
     
     
    “So,
Sam, how am I doing? Have I won the bet yet?” I wink at her.
     
    She
laughs. “Oh, we’ll see about that. Your surfing skills are admittedly better
than your teaching.” She playfully splashes water on me as she paddles away.
     
     
    At
this point, part of me wants to tell her about the stunt. I’m a little
concerned about how she is going to react. That would ruin the whole surprise. I
have to just soldier on.
     
     
    “Oh,
yeah? Let’s see about that.” I stand up on the board and speak to the class.
     
    “All
right, class, I always say it’s best to