"Yes," he said softly.Vincent paused and then his eyes went wide. "Ben Mitchell!" he said andsuddenly Ben felt his cheek feel warm. "Oh man those lett...red justglowed. Is that you Ben? Are you Ben Mitchell?"Ben's cheek felt warm again and based on how Vincent's eyes widened heguess it glowed every time he said Ben's name. It made it nice andobvious who he really was."Yeah. It's me," he said sheepishly."Holy crap! Ben you're stacked!" Vincent said and stared directly atBen's chest. Ben couldn't. ”“Did Dmitry confirm the date?”“No. He’s still looking at the end of July and beginning of August. He’s thinking ten days, half in Moscow and half in Saint Petersburg, with three games in each city, plus lots of time for the boys to spend with Russian hockey players from the Russian Hockey League, which is the successor to the old Soviet League, which the Red Army dominated.”“I’m concerned about the source of the funds for this,” Josie said.I shrugged, “It’s from Dmitry, Vanya Voronin, and. I see lust in Jim's. It's not a bad thing, but seeing it all the time is disheartening. I didn't know how long I could resist. One day, I would've caved in and given myself away. I needed an excuse to break up with him, and he gave it to me on a silver platter.My girlfriends -- lying, conniving bitches, all of them -- aren't what I'd consider as my friends. Given a chance, any of them will stab me in the back and bring me down.Then there's Dan Warner and his group. They look so...happy, so. Inside were cleansing cream, some lipsticks,mascara, face powder and tissues, along with a little note bearing oneword: "Enjoy!"Well, I cleaned myself up and changed back into my shirt and slacks thendrove to the golf club where I showered. I did bump into one of myfriend who asked why I hadn't made the game then, leaning closer andsniffing at the perfume still lingering on me, smiled knowingly, touchedthe side of his nose and walked away. I had a solitary beer at the barthen drove home.Sunday.