"Would you do me a favor?" he said."Sure. What you need?" It's Tough Shit," Surhoff said. "He won't listen to me about his hitting."Surhoff was referr...ng to our kid left fielder, T. S. Williams, a second-year player with good skills and a good heart. Everybody called the kid "Tough Shit" because of those initials he tried to get us all to use, in lieu of his name.The kid's parents, evidently in a fit of admiration for the great Red Sox slugger, had given in to their natural advantage of having. It was an odour, a muskiness that was familiar but somehow different and totally out of place. Kevin had reached the bottom of the stairs on the way to his bedroom before my brain highlighted what that nagging little detail was.I stood there open-mouthed as he slowly climbed the stairs, my mind screaming 'sex' loudly. The odour I could smell was that of a woman, a hot aroused woman!Kevin had been playing with a pussy!By the time I could move again Kevin had disappeared from view and I didn't. “You turn us in, and you’ll regret it.”The barman retreated back behind the bar again, and began to pack up the full bottles and return them to the cellar.“What the hell?” The landlord asked, staring at his barman as he came down into the cellar with a crate of bottles.The barman quickly filled his boss in on what had happened.“Okay, let’s get the rest down here quick and quiet as poss. Leave the non alcoholic drinks for last.”By the time the Patrollers came back for a second round, the two men. He pulled his keys out of his pocket and unlocked the car and then got into it.He started the car and for the first time failed to enjoy the throaty growl of the car's engine and exhaust system. Most of the time Travis didn't turn on the radio in the car and left the window down, he enjoyed hearing the sounds the car made, more than any music.Tonight was different though. Travis never even noticed the car's engine. He sat there in the parking lot for a long time before he realized it. There was.