I decide to use instinct, and answer "Women, of course."At this point Dave, seeing his only hope for moral support vanish, decides to drink up and lea...e us to it. Lisa eyes me thoughtfully and runs her hand through her black hair. She has those sharp features that could make a woman look eerily sadistic. "Glad to hear a man admit it, eh girls", laughs Lisa finally. "Yeah right", adds Janice, "Don't believe him, I want proof". Sure I'd had a few, but I did mean it, I'd always felt that way. I. "Do they ever talk about people who go naked? Friends of yours, friends of theirs, people on television, anything?" Kristin suggested."Not really," said Gary."Well, I guess you'll have to ask them," Crystal decided. "Either that just let them see you. Worst thing that happens, they'll tell you to put something on."Just about then, Ms. Sprite blew the whistle and we did four more sprints. Then four more. Then a water break and a final four. After that, Ms. Sprite sent us back into the building. "I'm sure you're not the only guy pushing out the front of his pants. Mary Kay is a babe and making her strip to her skin is enough to get everybody going."Even if I liked guys, which I mostly don't, Jumbo wouldn't be on my list of favorites. It wasn't only that he was big and dumb: he had scars all over his face and arms. It looked like he'd been in one too many knife fights. He was missing some teeth and had trouble focusing his eyes. He was the kind of nightmare that belonged in a dark. She said she had to beg you. Is that really true?”“I didn’t want to hurt her,” I said, by way of a very weak explanation. “I knew it would hurt her.”“And how would you have known that ... Bobby?” asked a very shrewd Mrs. Miles.“Well ... I kind of learned that because of ... um ... some other times?” I finished it as a question.“What others, Bobby?” came the inevitable question.“I can’t really say Ma’ ... um Shirley. I mean it wouldn’t be right to say their names.”“Well, at least he has some.