I kissed her softly on top of the head.“You need to work on Travis to get his shoulder fixed up,” Ryan said.“Hey, yeah,” Liz said brightly. �...You both know the value of short-term loss for long-term gain. I’m going to add that to your duties.”“Could you play again if you got it fixed?” Brian asked.“No,” I said, shaking my head. “I’m 30 years old and haven’t touched a baseball in six years. That’s done for me.”Brian nodded.“I tried to re-up after I got my hearing fixed,” he admitted. “I mean, Liz. I said, "Yeah, I guess so. Shut up and listen." So they shut upand we all listened. Listening to operas relaxes me. I usually don't know whatthey're singing about, but it sounds right. I'd listened to Aida thirtyor forty times before, so I sort of zoned out, driving automatically and imaginingwhat it was like in Memphis — the original Memphis, in ancient Egypt,with beautiful slave girls and jealous princesses and all that shit. "Any of you hungry?" Stumbo asked, after a while. "Yeah, I guess. After the last orgasm my brothers’ buddy got up, stroking his saliva covered prick, he looked at my brother. "So Lex, who gets to fuck Megan's fine ass first?" I immediately got up and turned around snapping, "NO! My ass is not on the menu...except for my brother." They all looked disappointed, Lex looked shocked. "Are you fucking serious Megan?" "Your my brother...you have to have some special privilege." The other guys suddenly agreed. "She is right!" "Yeah, I wouldn't mind watching a brother. Holly breathed out at the thought and walked over the window, standing to the left to get the benefit of the sun which was creeping around to its three o’clock position. She retrieved the envelope and pulled out four or five sheets of paper. It was formally written, addressed to her at Foley Road. It included a job title of “Event Executive”, a formal place of work at Millsum’s offices in the city, a blank starting date and further down, some terms and conditions that she had seen on employment.