The star high school football player and the head cheerleader should NOT get married and have kids. The star football player should marry the captain of the girl's volleyball team and have big, strong, athletic kids. The head cheerleader should marry a cute, slender guy and turn out breathtakingly beautiful, elfishly ectomorphic kids. Free advice is worth what you pay for it, I suppose, but see, my dad was that teen football star - the biggest and fastest and best anybody ever saw in their little town - and my mom was that cheerleader - that darling, lithe, perky little gymnast who is put on display at the top of the human pyramid. If they'd listened to their families they wouldn't have married so young, and if they'd paid attention in biology class they'd have been aware of the possibility their child - me - could wind up with her petite build, cute, upturned nose, narrow chin and big eyes...and his Y chromosome.

"James McGregor, CEO of McGregor industries, has passed away yesterday evening after a long battle with cancer. James McGregor, aged 63, was one of the-" Elizabeth shut the TV off, she couldn't bear to listen to this... She had been there when it happened, she did not need it to be repeated. Elizabeth Waverton had been Mr. McGregor's personal assistant for the last three years. During that time the two of them had gotten close. They became friends, as he was as a father to her. Ms. Waverton was seen by many as one of the best personal assistants that there was. Most didn't last long at the McGregor's, but Ms. Waverton did. She was known for making anything possible, having connections all over town and anywhere you can imagine. But now that her former boss and friend is dead the company will be taken over by James McGregor jr. the son of her boss. Elizabeth had never quite taken a liking to this man, but he however has taken an interest in her...