Warm like your chest. Sun shining. Blue skies. Just riding in the car next to you. Some goofy so-and-so song you know all the words to playing through...the speakers. You sing along overdramatically. Windows down, wind in our hair. Sunglasses on. Passing through fields of green with pops of blues and reds every so often. On our way to nowhere important with all the time in the world.You have blue jeans on. You know I love you in jeans, a t-shirt, and a smile. I am wearing blue jean shorts and a. The thrill of her hand sneaking up my shorts on this public beach caused my little guy too stiffen. Mom’s hand froze on my leg, and then her fingers started scratching my thigh.“That’s right,” she whispered, “Mommy’s coming and he knows it.”She traced her fingers ever so gently over my closed eyelids.“Do you like that?” she whispered, her mouth close to my ear. As I opened my mouth to answer, she slipped her fingers down across my lips. “Shhhhhh.”Her hand resumed its journey up my leg, stopping. “Not really. My boyfriend gets it. So only when I see him and not every time. We did share a joint after the party. At our own private party,” I said with a mischievous grin, hoping he’d ask for details.“What’s a ‘private party’ exactly?”Well, here goes, I thought, wondering where it would lead. “Well, last night it was going to our favorite parking spot, making out, and having sex.” I couldn’t bring myself to say fucking.“Well, he’s a lucky guy. You’re a beautiful, dare I say hot,. ' You know what that accomplished? Nothing. All it did was to make every crowd from Rockford, Illinois, to Bakersfield, California, call me the same thing. The only way I got it to stop was to punish the fans by crushing their team. You had a great series. When the people who started that crap get home and realize you were 3-for-4 with two stolen bases, they'll think twice about riding you again. If the assholes in Houston try the same thing, take it out on the baseball."Then you can come in.