Main thoda usko kinchkar sone ka natak kar raha tha. Phir maine uske taang par meri taang rakh di. Dhire dhire main uski tango par haath ghumaya to o...jag gayi aur boli Bhaiya, Bhabhi nahi honese aapko nind nahi aa rahi hain na; main chup chaap baitha. Phir usne kaha aap mujhe kinch kar so jayiye. Maine phir usko dabane laga to o garam ho gayi. Aur meri pant par haath daalne lagi. Main bi josh me aa gaya phir o boli main parkar aur chadddi nilkalti hoon. Mala aata zop yet nahi asa badbadu. The car ran great and had everything I needed. I kept it up and although the ugly green paint was faded, the car was everything I needed. It became almost a symbol of me around the area. I could go to work in Jeans, boots, and a flannel shirt driving my old green Impala and everyone would wave at me as I drove by. My wife, Juliet, didn’t like the fact that I drove that old car, so I had to convince her that it was a symbol that I was just one of the people in the county and surrounding area,. Putting on the rest of my clothes, I walked out into the living room. Dalton smirked, “You are pretty dressed up for one lousy night.” I stuck my tongue out at him. “Come on, we gotta go. Are Adam and Mary already at your house?” “Yeah, probably sucking face on my couch. Ugh.” I got in the passenger seat of Dalton’s Corvette, and we started to his house. Getting on the highway, Dalton began to pick up speed. “Dalton, slow down. I really don’t want to get pulled over.” He pressed his foot. My daddy was a minor league ball player who was injured before he made it to the majors. I was the third and last child, and the only boy, so Dad named me after the great athlete, Ted Williams. I was to grow up and be what he had been, according to him, unfairly denied. A professional athlete.So as I grew up it was baseball, sports, baseball, sports, and more baseball. Dad threw fits when he would find me playing house or dolls with my older sisters. By ten I was a decent infielder, fairly fast.