"Well look who's here... Sure! Aliases it is!" He waded his way over towards me and my two friends. Trailing him was another young lady who immediatel... caught my eye. Hardrive noticed and revealed her name laughingly. "Tits, meet Caesar." I recognized her alias as well as the reason she had chosen it.This time I was surprised when her eyebrow raised, and we shook hands. "You have a great imagination?" It was more of a question than a statement.Accompanied by a few forward comments and more than. She finishes coating her lips and puffs on her holder. She is hoping to delay the inevitable. He asks she if she know what is next. She shakes her head and curse him. He asks if she has any experience. She tell him ?NO?. He assures she the she will be most expert if a few days. He tells her to lean forward and open she painted lips. She hesitates and then complies. She looks absolutely gorgeous in the mirror with the smoldering holder in her gloved hand and elbow leaning on the dressing table.. Things would improve over time. Every Double A club started every season with the same exact problems, and worked through them as the season went along.As we worked together we developed methods of running the team. Colleen handled our legal issues and office staff. Rebecca oversaw the medical-training team. Mr. Bell stayed on top of the big picture things, and I handled the operational things, like parking, concessions, ticketing, ushers, live entertainment, marketing, advertising, and. Sleeping alone had long since ceased to feel right.I tossed and turned, trying to find a comfortable position.I was lonely.I got up, turned on the hot tub's heater, waited for the water to warm and then slid in, sat back and tried to relax.Somewhere around four in the morning, while I was musing on the subject of honor, I sorta nodded off.Honor has become a troubling concept for those of us living in the modern western world. Many believe it to be an outmoded concept, serving only to remind us.