“You have a girlfriend?”He shrugs nonchalantly. “She won’t care.”I snort, “Of course, why would she care about another woman fucking her m...n? Get lost, asshole.” I don’t get involved with guys who are attached. Too much drama.Will looks at me expectantly, clearly waiting for me to thank him or some shit like that.“Oh, get fucked!” I cry. “I’m gonna go get another drink.”“Hey,” Will’s arm shoots out, catching my elbow. “You don’t wanna knock around with guys like Brad, okay?”So, that was his. My resolve was crumbling long before she entered the car. She seemed just as nervous as i was when she got in, she said hello and then gave me a shy smile. 'Ok, here we are' i muttered. she giggled nervously 'we sure are, so where to?' I almost blurted out that this couldn't happen but in the end i just started driving. We hardly talked on the way to my place, just some chit-chat about her day at work. she was wringing her fingers and kept shifting her feet . Every time she moved her feet she. Parents sleeping and nobody in the garden. I went to the tool shed and took a piece of rope and a few clothespins with me.In the garden we had (and still have it) a huge sweet cherry tree. It had perfect branches which allowed me to climb all the way to the top. But I stopped somewhere midway where I could see out but nobody could see me from the leaves. There were a few people in the neighboring gardens that had no chance of seeing me but it still added quite a nice amount of adrenaline to the. Shiggie started for us and went five innings before Paul pulled him, with us leading at the time 11-2. The Mets managed four more runs in the late innings but never really threatened. Shiggie had thrown 86 pitches and I knew Paul was thinking hard about saving his arm in case, late in the series, he could run Shiggie in there again on short rest.We had 18 hits in the game against a parade of five Mets pitchers, none of whom looked much like World Series hurlers that day. It felt good, belting.