I think every sportswriter or sports talk host had exhausted the possibilities of who would end up on top by the time the Brewers finished off LA in a...very dramatic 9 to 1 win.We both now had to wait for the big game. The World Series wouldn't start until Wednesday. The Brewers came to town as soon as they could on Monday to acclimate themselves to our time zone and to our humid weather. Inside the Trop, (Tropicana Field) was always nice with the great air conditioning, but the Brewers needed. There were still family gifts to be bought. 'We had an agreement…' 'Plans change. The other guy bailed. And I've got stuff needs doing.' Like festive binge-drinking before he dragged his sorry ass home to his God-forsaken wife, thought Shane. 'You want this job or not?' he was challenged.'Yeah yeah, you go,' Shane muttered resignedly. 'I'll cover it.' 'I mean it's not like you've got a girlfriend to worry about these days,' Arlo said casually and loudly, as he raised the partition and made for. “You just don’t know,” she says, ushering her daughter in and closing the door.Brea places the flowers and her bag on the coffee table and then turns to face her mother. They hug and kiss warmly, their tongue lightly touching.“It isn’t much, but it is the biggest single bungalow the beach has,” Lucy says. “Unless you think we should have upgraded.”“It looks comfortable,” Brea says, looking around.“Want some coffee?” her mother asks.“That sounds great,” Brea answers with a smile. “I wanted to. She let out a little yelp, spun around, and suddenly we were face to face. Neither of us said anything, our eyes just watching each other. Mel spoke first, “Michelle, you never answered my question, have you ever kissed a girl?” “No, but I do want to,” I replied. Mel was biting her lip again when she asked, “can it be me?” I nodded, and I felt her arms wrap around me. I could not believe this was going to happen! I wrapped my arms around her, as our lips came closer together. We were.