There's a lot of porn with scenes of guys checking each other out in the gym showers, but I don't remember myself doing any of that. We had bodies and...dicks of all shapes and sizes, but I took little notice of other guys most of the time.I wasn't getting much action from the girls, but I considered myself perfectly normally heterosexual. Many of my peers dated only once in a while, because we were busy with school and sports and stuff. I could borrow the family car if I wanted to take a girl on. Paul can really write, when he gets off his lazy backside. It had a good plot, so that everything that happened fitted in and kind of made sense and seemed pretty much inevitable. You could, in a weird way, believe it, even though you could also believe that it was a kind of dark wet dream. It had pace, and dialogue, and wit, and drama, and shape – I really liked it as a piece of fiction. But what it had most of was sex. Lots of sex. The lead guy got it on with five different women in what was. Maybe go to town in the elevator. Or maybe right here, in front of everybody, out in the hotel lobby--“Carson,” Clarissa snapped. “You’re doing it again.”He blinked. “What?”“I can tell you’re fantasizing about Mr. Armisen,” she said smugly.“Who wouldn’t?” Caron said dreamily. “He’s a certified stud.”“He’s also certified straight,” she said.“How do you know that?” he asked.She leaned forward and said in a low voice, “Because he has visitors. I see him bring back a different chick to the hotel. The bullpen had two buckets of balls and I only gave away about twenty.I watched as the game was tied at zero through five. Gomes did the sixth, McGee the seventh, Peralta the eighth, and Balfour closed it for a one to nothing game. I was so bored I actually ran back to the dugout to congratulate Balfour before going in, taking a shower, dressing, packing food in my mouth and in some cartons. I reminded Loney that I would see him at the hospital at nine in the morning.The girls were waiting for.