I'd like to continuethe story in the future. Please let me know what you think with acomment. There are going to be some editing/grammar mistakes, I...know.This is the fourth version of the story, so I think it's the mostconcise. "I Bet" by BoredsittingHenry and I were always best friends. We grew up to together as bestfriends, faced puberty as best friends, and even fought as best friends.Yup, Henry and Kelly prowling the town. Now that we. 38 isn’t old by any stretch of the imagination, but here I was, as nervous as a virgin on her wedding night, terrified by the prospect of spending the next 5 years of my life surrounded by these freshly scrubbed munchkins. What the hell was I doing here? Finding a park for something as big as the Suburban took a while. I noticed the crowd thinning out as I circled looking for that elusive gap. Damn, I was going to be late for my first lecture. Not a good start to my academic career. Spotting a. Steve reached across and grasped Miranda's wrist, "Stop winding me up" he shouted sending a surge of excitement raced through Miranda."You're very strong." Miranda suggested, "Don't hurt me." Then for heavens sake, tell me what is going on." he insisted"The woman, girl whatever, why?" Miranda asked."Why, I don't know." Steve admitted."How long has it been going on?" Miranda asked."Months, once a week, for months, just an hour, after lunch." And the same woman?" Miranda probed."Different ones,. I can't play. I don't have a racquet," I said hoping beyondhope that somehow we could drop the subject of tennis."You can borrow mine, sweetie," Marilyn offered, closing off my escaperoute. "Is there a dress code at the club?" You know, I'm not sure. I think they prefer traditional whites,because everyone seems to wear white. Some of the players have greattennis wear. I really love clothes, so I bought an Addidas outfit thatI like a lot." I think we can get something nice for Shawn to.