.putting on my hair piece and putting on my (girlie) trainers for the walk to the beach.This time there were a few more visitors and I felt confident ...nough to venture a paddle and a then a walk in the sea up to my waist before returning to the beach.An elderly couple walked past said something I didnt quite hear and headed for the cinder track leading off the beach, I decided it was time for me to go too so I put my trainers on and headed for the cinder track.It was a lovely day and the. I undid and draped the towel she was wearing over her body so she was covered from her armpits to half way down her thighs, and started the massage.” Rachel continued to sip her wine.“I then had her roll onto her stomach so I could massage her back and the back of her legs. I held the towel so Susan could roll away from me and still be covered. I had her slide her hands under her hips so she would be more comfortable. I massaged her from the shoulders down her back, over her butt and down the. As she was pulling the sweats on over my feet, she said, "The telephone's been ringing off the hook, Sean. You have about a hundred messages downstairs."I just grunted. There wasn't anybody in this world that I wanted to see, especially now, with my mother on her knees, helping me get dressed. For a sixteen-year-old jock, I didn't think anything could be more embarrassing.I have since learned differently, of course.A few minutes later, Michael came up to help get me down the stairs.I gave my. I wasn't one of those Godlike creatures whose exploits made the papers every day. If anything, I felt closer to these people in the audience, some of whom probably, when it came to The Game, were "never-weres," -- just like me. Guys who had loved the game but never made it to the big time. Never even came close.I hadn't yet made it far enough, I told them, to even hope someday to be a "has-been." It remained to be seen, I told them, whether I might end up being one of the "never-weres." It.