He was eighteen, the same age as Georgia, but he held himself with the confidence of a much older man. He walked with&hellip,well, with a swagger. He ...as wearing ripped jeans and a black jacket, made of faux leather, which he refused to take off all through dinner. Georgia couldnt keep her eyes off himshe was clearly besotted&hellip,and, honestly, I could see why. He was exactly the kind of bad boy I would have been keen on when I was her age. He never broke eye-contactin fact, he spent most of. Please do me one favor: when you get to Heaven, somehow you must let me know if there’s baseball there.’Leo looked up at Frank from his deathbed and said, ‘Frank you’ve been my best friend for many years. If it’s at all possible, I’ll do this favor for you.’Shortly after that, Leo passed on.A few nights later, Frank was awakened from a sound sleep by a blinding flash of white light and a voice calling out to him ‘Frank ... Frank.’ ‘Who is it?’ asked Frank sitting up suddenly. ‘Who is it?’‘Leo--. Tom grinned, "Actually you are the only one that has asked. That month that I was gone, I caught a train and went back up to Washington. I had bought some information from an old man once that said that he was once a professional gambler. Now, he travels around and exposes card cheats. I paid him to teach me how to play cards, and how to spot a cheat. It took a whole month to learn what he does, and he is a lot better than I am, but I can get by." Tom grinned at Robert like a little boy caught. Our kissdeepened and I felt the weight come off my feet as he held me with onehand on the small of my back and the other under my ass. Even the act ofmy body shaping itself against his made my nipples tingle. The bulge inhis trousers confirmed how he felt about me.I'd never before lusted after a man, it had never even crossed my mind,but now I wanted Mike to desire me as a woman. The way he was actingsuggested that he wanted the same. He took my hand and led me from theroom, pausing in the hall.