Brenda cleaned up at the sink in the back of the garage."Come on, Boyfriend. Let's get that snack your mom promised us. I'm starved," Brenda said with...a cute grin that caused her dimples to show up.In an odd way, it was mom's crack about her being my girlfriend that sort of got me to ask her out. We went to different schools; but we could date on weekends, and that's what we did.It was during this period that I started having dreams, again, about flying. This time, though, they were more. Nobody had any real illusions about the third time being the charm. And the news the Coach gave us after we had boarded the bus didn't help our confidence. Cary had stepped on a nail over the weekend and was going to be lost for the rest of the season.By my calculations, that was maybe three hours away. A half hour bus ride, half an hour to change, and a two-hour game that either Donnie or Steve would be pitching. Season over.That didn't stop us from having fun, though. Carl Thomason was pretty. You are a busy woman, I see." She had seen all the baking that Mrs Odumosu had been doing.Her hostess laughed. "If you can call it that, my dear. I am busy learning how to bake cakes and biscuits that most people here like to eat. Our Nigerian specialities are almost unknown, so I want to be able to offer guests fare they can recognise. You Europeans seem to like a lot of fat and sugar in your recipes."Susan was impressed at the lady's determination to fit in to the local community. "That is. As I was only working from home, I dressed casually in a short, light cotton dress, no bra, and a pair of sneakers. At about, 10.30, the doorbell rang. I was shocked, when I opened the door; “Hiya!” It was the black youth, Marcus, and a friend, “Me forget me baseball cap, when me see Kylie, last night!” He looked at his friend and laughed. I recognised his friend as a young boxer, called Jimmy, who had the most amazing dreadlocks, as a bouncer, at the biggest nightclub, in town.“Wait there,.