"I thought you were over at Tribal?"Hank didn't know what to do. She was standing completely naked and thestranger was treating the situation like it ...as a normal thing."What? Tribal?" She asked as she ducked behind the bed."Yeah, and why are you hiding," the mystery man said with a smile as heentered the room, "it's nothing I haven't seen before."This didn't make any sense to Hank, as Hayden was a notorious prude...Or was she?"Oh, I see... Is this a little game you want to play?" The mystery. Ryan handed the card to a driver who read it and seemed very surprised. In broken English he asked, "you both want to go there?" "Yes we want to go to that club. Do you know where it is?" "Sure amigo. Everyone knows where it is. But... but it's in boystown." "So?" "Is she your wife?" The driver asked pointing to Terri."Yes she is. So what?" "I've never taken a man and his wife to boystown before." Then the conversation came to an end. If the crazy gringos wanted to go to boystown, better for. Alisha had booked a huge hall for all of us to stay together. The hall had five low beds which were enough for ten people to sleep. It also had a huge attached bathroom with a big bathtub. The hall looked good and we all put our things down and planned to have a little walk outside so that we can know each other better.It was already getting dark and after having lunch, we headed towards our room. It was really cold there, so we all had some drinks and later, we all got drunk. And that started. “No, tell me, what is it?” I inquired, once again.“I feel terrible asking this ... but ... I would really like to have one of your jerseys for myself.” she said softly, looking down.“Oh, well it’s ok then, you can have this one. I still have two more from the regular season in my bag, I will give him one those.” I told her.“No, no ... I can take one of those for myself, you give him that one, it will mean a lot to him.” she said smiling.“You sure? I want you to get the one you want, I really.