”“Aww that’s sweet, Bill,” she said as she leaned over and patted me on the leg. “Leo liked my hair too until he got a blonde secretary.”�...�Damn. He must be a fool. If you were mine, I’d never look at another woman.”“Aww. There you go being sweet again.” Then she scooted closer and kissed me lightly on the cheek.I reached up and touched her hair for the first time. It felt so soft that I couldn’t let go. I ran my fingers down through it and said, "Let me know if I'm getting too familiar,. I must have looked startled as he said '...don't tell me you don't drink beer. After all I've heard about you I would think you would want something stronger then that...' I looked at Gary as he opened the beers and handed one back to me, he sat a little closer to me causing me to feel some what uncomfortable. I cautiously asked '...what have you heard...' Gary didn't even look my way, he just nonchalantly said '...it was all good. Drink your beer and we'll have some fun...' I turned back to. In fact when I was a little boy(Yes I said boy) all I wanted to be was a sailor like my father, BrandonFletcher, Jr., and grandfather before him. I was Brandon Fletcher III. Iguess you might say that I infected my best friend Mark Sawyer with my desireas we both planed to join the merchant marine as soon as we were of age. Soat the age of eighteen Mark and I shipped out from the port of Seattle.During the next few years Mark and I saw most of the world, and along the wayboth of us had a number. ” Gwen shook her head. “I dare you to deny it.”“Dare me? Why don’t you bet me?”“What do you mean?”“How about we put a wager on the upcoming game?”“Only if the terms include you shutting up about the results, too.”“I’m only willing to do that for some pretty high stakes. Why don’t we go big? We can bet on which team wins the national championship.”“LSU is ranked number one in the nation!” Gwen shook her head. “Berkeley is fifth. It doesn’t seem like a fair contest.”“Then lets not deal with the.