Break the silence and say hi.

"Hello," you say, feeling a little lame.

The big man stirs, and pulls the cloth from over his face.

"Hi," he says, in a low voice, and once again, you get that feeling of deja vu, and it suddenly clicks why when you see the face that is looking down at you.

"Huh, I know you, don't I?" the man says, with a smile on his face. "Didn't I coach you?"

You freeze. It's your grade school gym teacher. You remember his tattoo now, a red heart with a sword through it, and you also remember how you used to jerk off thinking about him when you were younger. His hair has grayed some at the temples, but he's still a freaking stud. You don't know what to do!