‘Talk to me,’ I insisted, using three simple words that had grown into code words between us. When one of us wouldn’t talk, and needed to, we co...ld force the conversation with those three words. ‘When we were in college together, Georgia made a pass at me,’ Lynn blurted out. ‘Okay,’ I said, stealing a quick glance at my wife before gluing my eyes to the road. I waited for more, giving her room to fill in the blank space. When she didn’t, I carefully choose my words. ‘A big pass?’ ‘Pretty big.’. ‘Barbi is good. It would be traditional, even,’ she said. Tonya shook her head. Her knees were pressed together, and her bare feet were spread wide on the floor, her red toenails pointing inward. She and I were suffering from the same unrelenting heat. ‘Nah,’ she said, ‘too common. Let’s go with something cute, like Bambi.’ I gave Tonya a sweet smile. ‘How about ‘Bunny’?’ I said. Tonya scowled at me, then looked at her bare toes. She obviously didn’t appreciate the sideways reference to her. "I thought for a second. On one hand, I didn't want to embarrass him too much, but this could also be fun. "When we were in middle school, he started wearing flip-flops. Like every day. Since we lived in Florida, there were only about two months out of the year when it wasn't sandals weather. This continued until we were in ... what was it? Tenth grade? ... When he started wearing Tevas—" He still wears those things every damn day in the summer!" Mark said and everyone laughed. Kevin's face. When I got to the couch one of the guys was laying on it opposite side I was on . He sat up and asked if I cared if we shared it as the floor was hard and he couldn’t get to sleep. I was still drunk and replied with a whatever , I just wanted to pass out. I was lying there just about asleep when I felt him rubbing my leg. I figured ignore him and he’ll knock it off and pass out. So I pretended I was asleep and he continued to rub my legs farther and farther up. I continued my sleeping act.