The Celtics are ahead. Damn, where you been? Where's my beer. Oh, there it is. Gimme, baby."She gave him the can, took her place in the middle, and I ...at beside her. The game continued.One of her hands was on his thigh now, but the other was holding my hand. And her finger was tracing little tracks in my palm. I knew what she needed. I needed it too. I was not finished for the night. I had a load of spunk I needed to give to someone. I preferred to give it to my little sister.Half-time came,. " I placed the club I was cleaning back in the bag. I could feel my smile coming back."I thought you wanted to talk?" she interjected. This was getting to be almost too good. I looked at her and slowly shook my head, I even added a convincing sigh of disappointment."No, you've misunderstood me Doris. You need to talk. I'm willing to listen. Are you ready to talk? Because if you need more time to prepare..." I stood and made to hoist the clubs on my shoulder. "Hitting a bucket of balls might be. ..Finally as the night was drawing to an end he worked up the courageto ask for her number, so that they may get together when they wouldreturn to London (as they were both due on tour in Europe), shesmiled, ever so slightly, giggled for a second, than turned andwalked away from him toward her table... his hart sank, he saw hertalking to a couple of other women, who started laughing as well...She than grabbed her coat and started for the door, than she stopped,turned, and started walking in his. Sooner or later they try to break. That is why we don’t keep many or for long.”“Sure. Don’t worry. I will send your guys back as soon as I finish feeding them.”“Feeding them? What do you mean?”“One of the selectees was a epicurean cook. I am eating great.”There is no justice, Max thought to himself.Loading Dock Gossip“So,” Gus began to Chris, “what is the story here? You have goats that speak, no shock collars, eat like kings in the morning?”Smiling, Chris replied, “We do things different here..