Are you sure they haven't gone all the way?" Yes. Any advice?" Uh-huh, but you might not like it. They're teenagers. They live together, and from what...I remember, they argue a lot. I'd be surprised if the love affair lasted through the summer. My advice would be to make sure Darla couldn't get pregnant and be patient." You wouldn't separate them?" If they weren't in love, separating them would me an option, but since... damn it. Do you want to lose one or both of them?" No, of course not." If. His history suggested that he had been a guy who pitched as much with his brain as with his good left arm.I wondered how a junk-balling left-handed former pitcher was going to serve as a teacher for somebody whose essential gift -- if he had any -- was so different from his own. All I had heard, on the positive side, about myself as a pitcher had been about how hard I could throw the ball. Certainly my future as a pitcher would continue in no small measure to depend on my being a hard thrower.. I couldn't imagine how the evening was going to progress, it just seemed too bizarre. So, I decided to ask Megan more about school, that would give me a better idea of her age."So, Megan, what year are you in?" I'll be a Junior in the fall, can't wait to get high school over with and go to college. My friend Barb's older sister has told me that it's wall-to-wall sex, just all the time, everybody's doing it twenty-four-seven. I can't wait," she said as she squeezed my thigh and rubbed it. He glared at me and said who gives a shit. Did you know that sorry ass boy (Dave) had sold the old home place to some fucking strangers from up north. A couple of old farts from some big city. They will fit in around here about like a horseshoe up your ass. I was thinking I don’t think anybody will ever really fit in with you. I was wondering what king of people would be interesting in moving to this community when most people was looking to move out of it.The next day was Thursday and I.