Don’t talk if we don’t have to.’ ‘Your brother’s a jerk.’ Dom was furious at this man he’d never met. ‘I mean, I know about superstiti...ns. I know about wearing the same shirt or the same socks or eating the same meal or whatever before a game. But it’s never anyone’s fault that wasn’t on the team. If he couldn’t learn that, he never would have made it in the majors, anyway.’ ‘I guess.’ Lani was quiet for a moment. ‘Jason was good. Not as good as you, but better than most. He might have had a. Opening the door revealed the amber-colored pixie hair of a short and skinny girl, wearing a ratty long-sleeve shirt over a tank top covering her modest A-cups. Below the belt she was wearing some black leggings."Hey Cal!" she proclaimed, "Ready to hit this place up?"As we walked, I texted Blake. He was younger than us, freshly out of High School at 19. Real thin-looking dude, at 5'9 and only 120 lbs. Without his short blonde hair it'd be tough to pick him out of a crowd, he'd hide behind. “Come on, baby. Just a quickie. I’m so fucking horny,” I moaned, not yet dressed, my nipples poking through my thin cotton tank, my pumpkin orange panties stained with my sudden arousal. “Enough, Chica. I gotta work tonight.” “What the fuck? I thought you had the night off!” With a shake of his head, he shrugged. He pushed me away again, this time hard enough to plant my ass on our unmade bed. “Antonio called in sick. I gotta cover.” I snorted. Yeah, right. Antonio was always calling in with. That's the stuff my mom used to run through her steam iron.When that was finished, I reset all the valves and switches before I poured myself a shot glass of extra virgin olive oil. I was back on the toilet when I opened the release valve for the olive oil storage container. When it was empty I closed the valve and quickly drank the glass of fresh oil. I figured I was good for another four thousand miles. I know that is silly, but it was my sad little joke.It took about an hour to do all that.