It wasn't cartoons; it was the tape that Kirsten had made on the finish line at Sunday. He had already seen it seventeen times at least, but he watche... the climactic moments once again: the teams racing across the ice, pounding along side by side, Tiffany so tiny behind the drive bow of the sled, but so intense and dedicated. Once again, he heard Kirsten's yell of "Come on, Tiffany," shouted right into the videocamera's microphone, and once again he followed the teams racing down the chute as. He studied the paper intensely, and he noticed she had written it in a hurry. Her handwriting was usually more curved. Something must have happened, and he decided against his own better judgement to pay Alice a visit. He jumped into some clothes and looked up her address. He was surprised by how close she lived. He thought it was funny that he had never bumped into her as he passed her door on a daily basis.Within a minute, he was standing at her door pondering what to do. Just as he had. .."I groaned dejectedly as she pulled me back into the ring by my hair.She threw me down hard onto the canvas, and lumbered over me, following me as I crawled over to the corner of the ring.I grabbed the ropes as she grabbed my foot.I turned over and, with my free foot, threw a kick at her.She just moved back slightly, letting go off my foot and chuckled.I backed up against the corner, with my arms resting on the lower ropes.She walked right over to me, and stuck her dirty large flabby foot in. His girlfriend looked just as good, with soft bumps and smooth curves in lovely places."You're new here, aren't you?" she asked, noticing my interest in the pole with the red cloth."Yes, our first time," I said. "Is that a warning of some kind?"The girl laughed. "You could say that. Be prepared for a surprise if you go down there." Why?" Well, that's where the more adventurous folks go. The ones that like to do it in public, if you know what I mean." Oh," was all I could say.The man grinned and.