Her dresses were in the closet and her other clothes were in the dresser. She felt him go stiff. He didn’t let go, but the comfort was gone. What ha... she said?“Always?” he said after a damned awkward pause. He hadn’t relaxed a bit.“That wouldn’t be fair to you,” he said a while later. What had she said? She’d heard of guys being afraid of commitment, but that had been her commitment. It was what he’d asked of her. And what wouldn’t be fair? be fair to her? There was a bit more awkward silence. And, damn them, they expect to beat you! They're used to winning, they've found out that they enjoy winning, and they want winning to continue.The Orioles? Are you kidding me? We're the New York Yankees!Maybe the most irritating thing about the Yankees was the way they could acquire new players and, somehow, immediately imbue the new guys with the same mystique. Some perfectly ordinary utility infielder could come to New York in a trade, put on his pin-stripes, and suddenly, he, too, had the. .. or find a more private place, before we get kicked out.” He suggested. “I don’t want to stop,” she whispered. “My car?” he offered. She pursed her lips together weighing her options. “Sure.”The two headed out of the bar, only slightly buzzed. “I’m just down the street a little ways, over here,” he pointed ahead.Her black heels clicked on the asphalt as she walked. His hand refused to leave her ass. “I have an idea.” She said. “Come ‘ere.” She grabbed the hand that was on her ass and dragged. ." The Mayor droned on as a packed house awaited the first pitch of the first game in the new stadium.Ushers moved everyone efficiently to their sections. Concessionaires kept everyone fed, and our community came out to launch the new team.Jack's people hovered, filtered through the crowd, and generally obsessed on security. Winnie stuck beside Colleen, Rebecca and the kids. The team was psyched up for opening night, and I waited in the clubhouse for the fifth inning, when I would take my seat.