For some reason I had the need to ‘Put my girl on.’ The danger here is not be too provocative. Otherwise I might be mistaken for a trannie hooker....The store looked allot bigger on the inside. There were rows and rows of D VD’s and periodicals in the center with an assortment of blow up dolls, games and novelty items on either side. At the check out counter sat a short fairly young looking black girl, who wouldn’t take her eyes off me. It could be because I was the only customer there and they. As she trudged along she would look down at her clothes, almost expecting to find a scarlet ‘A’ embroidered there. She never got used to the ordeal but learned to live with it.Of course, there wasn’t any mystery when they saw her pulling up to the house in a pickup on a Sunday morning. Everyone in town knew Junior’s pickup and no one would have supposed that they’d just come from church. At least it showed he treated her better than he used to.As a practical matter, she knew that there were. Had a four o'clock game for Babe Ruth on the city field, then a seven o'clock for American Legion on the high school field. Not to mention the four miles on my bike in between." You know, most kids, only play in one league at a time." Where's the fun in that?"Tami shook her head as I gingerly eased myself off the bike. I was stiff and sore. Bike ride into town, game, bike ride to school, game, bike ride home will do that to you."If you were a building, they'd hang a condemned sign on you." If I. You fire up your computer and shoot off an email to me. ‘Can’t wait for tonight. Thanks for the flowers. You have a wonderful day too.’ You then set about doing your work. You get ready to leave for lunch and realize I haven’t responded to your email yet. You decide to call me again, ‘Damn voice mail’, you say. You arrive back from lunch a little disappointed because you haven’t heard from me but you perk up when you see two Red boxes sitting on your desk. The one on top is a small heart and of.