After the waitress dropped the check on the table they continued to talk for a while."We're going to have to buy you some clothes. You just can't keep...wearing the same set that you have on. What I would suggest is that we stop by J. C. Penny at the mall and pick up a catalog. That way you can get an idea of what the women of today wear. I'm sure that the clothes of today are a lot different than what you are used to.They went to the mall and walked and window-shopped at every one of the stores.. God, that night, they fucked! They fucked all night long. He could remember how much fun it was. They laughed, even during intense, wet thrusts. They would describe a specific sexual act, and then, attempt it. It was fun, and pure bliss. The room smelled of sex. He could remember, they would have an entire conversation while he was deep inside her. They would rhythmically work each other, almost like an afterthought, as they continued to focus on the conversation. It was purely sexual. He would. It was something like that. I didn't like seeing Bill getting in on the teasing like that, but I wasn't going to say anything to him about it."Hey Larry, was Karen better than Eileen?" Bill yelled that out loudly, so there was no way I could pretend to have missed it, by making believe I hadn't heard him. Probably only he and I knew that the Eileen he was referring to was his own first cousin. Somehow, Bill had decided in his own mind that Eileen and I had screwed each other too. The way he. There’s also a few other issues we need to address to make me happy to continue playing for this club. I’m not happy with the attitude of some of the veteran players. Thus I want my own locker room so I don’t have to put up with their abuse.”“You’re a professional player, so just suck it up and play.”“Ah, but that’s where I have a choice. If I don’t play I don’t have to worry about the hostile environment.”The talk about the locker room environment goes back and forth for a few minutes. Mo ends.