Andy followed up by drinking the first beer in onego and Chris felt obliged to follow suit. No sooner had Chris finishedhis beer then Andy was tossing...back the other shot and chasing it withthe second beer. Thus the evening was off to a flying start.The night wore on with Andy and Chris dancing with every girl theycould find. As the alcohol worked on Chris' inhibitions, he foundhimself focusing more and more on Andy. His gaze kept returning toAndy's crotch and Chris wondered what it would be. The swinging doors creaked open noisily as John ambled inside. The motley crew of patrons turned and looked his way. Their eyes saw a skeleton, a corpse. He was dead to them already and their faces carried uneasy and nervous grins. No one, and I mean no one, liked being this close to a corpse, especially when it was still walking and talking. The huge Negro “Digby” who was responsible for order inside the saloon motioned John to an empty table and raised his hand in a subtle gesture to catch. With breakfast out the way, the Mendozas drifted off to do their own things, or go back to sleep. Scott sat in the living room at a loss for something to do. He looked through Mrs. Mendoza's magazines. He found himself reading a shockingly forthright article in Cosmo.Ed snuck into the living room, checked that the coast was clear and blurted out, "What the heck is going on?" Have you ever read one of these?" Scott asked pointing to the Cosmo cover."No way," Ed replied. "Come on, spill." Keep a. But he didnt know. We walked down with him boasting good naturedly about how he would wipe the floor with me. He got the rackets and balls out of the shed and led the way inside the tennis court. We started with a simple rally until he smashed it back at me expecting me to miss it but I got to it easily knocking it just over the net to score. We spent the next hour playing with me winning consistently and Mark getting more and more and more desperate to beat me just once. we got to a game point.