How about tomorrow?’ ‘Saturday?’ I ask. ‘That’s what they call it.’ He replied with a smirk. All I can do is smile back and blush as I squ...ak out, ‘Okay.’ Scott smiles once again, ‘Sweet, I’ll pick you up at six?’ I can only nod my head and cover my smile with my hands. I must have looked so ridiculous but I do not care. Before our first date, the most I had ever done with a boy is the activities we do in class. It was 6 O’clock and I have been getting ready for the last hour. I want. Even that little bit of news was enough to make Otis Griggs whistle.“Dang, boy, no one here thought you had it in you to go straight, that’s why it was so easy to believe the stories that you was dead.”Having lived with my Uncle Ty Ringo’s memories for the last six months, I had to agree. Remembering my manners, I turned and introduced Connie. I couldn’t resist continuing to perpetrate our little fraud.“Otis, may I present my wife, Fawn. Fawn, this here is an old friend of mine named Otis. "Whew..." she said, that always feels sooo good..." Tell me about it," I said.We spent the next half hour kicking back and forth across the pool. I got out first and swished the water out of my short hair and then lay down on one of the lounges beside the pool. Cindy followed and took the lounge next to me. We were the only ones there, it being the middle of the week. Weekends would see more activity."So what'd YOU do today, Mr. Dan?" she asked.We'd been chatting for the last two weeks. That. He was addicted to working out, the way Josh was to cigarettes. One evening, out on the patio, he asked me if I wanted to go work out with him the next day. I bummed a Marlboro from Josh. “There’s your answer.” Really, working out negates all the good you get from the booze and tobacco. About two weeks after we moved in Randy came home one night with a grin on his face. “I think I’m going to ask out this girl from the gym.” He showed us a slightly out-of-focus cellphone picture. The girl was.