My wildest imaginings couldn't have predicted that he wouldhave turned into the Adonis -the Hercules- standing before me.Ryan put the picture down. I...asked him if he wanted to get settled in hisroom. He agreed, and we went out to his car to get his things.I took one suitcase out of his trunk and set in on the driveway. I was veryheavy, probably 70 pounds. I grabbed his duffle bag and an overnight bagand started for the house. Ryan grabbed the heavy suitcase and anotheridentical one out of. He placed them in front of Carlos and Angela and stood there, waiting. ‘Pay the man, Chica.’ ‘What?’ stammered Angela ‘I said, pay the man, bitch. Jerome don’t like it when people don’t pay their tab. Do you, Jerome?’ Carlos looked menacingly at Angela, who was looking at Jerome, who was lifting his t-shirt to display the pearl-handled revolver stuck in the waistband of his filthy jeans. ‘Twenty-six bucks, white bitch’ snarled the barkeeper. Angela was now totally flustered. She reached into. "Sure" the other player replied. "In my excitement I piped out "We'll kick your ass". Everyone was stunned even my sister. one of the other players the tall black man named Calvin said "Oh is that so, Would you care to bet on that"?My sister never one to back down from a challenge said yeah let's bet, if me and my brother win I get your friends letterman jacket. The white player looked to be about my sisters size and she wanted the jacket he had worn into the gym. Okay they agreed Calvin said. With the coast all clear, he left the security of his Mazda and headed toward the Jeep. He was just as excited as he was nervous. Robin had said that she would be in the back seat. Scott opened the rear passenger door to find his rendezvous sitting on a pallet she had laid out in the Jeep. The back seats were laid down and some blankets were spread out for padding. Scott looked Robin over as they exchanged greetings. He wasn't disappointed at all, and was in fact a bit surprised. Yes, she was a.