" But why was she crying?" I told you because I wouldn't play?" Does she always do that?" I don't think so." Then why were you chasing Joshua?" He pul...ed up my skirt?" He did?" Yes." Joshua said you were chasing him for no reason." That was the reason." Amelia didn't say anything about Joshua lifting your skirt either." She saw it. Ask her again." She only said you were being mean to her." I wasn't" Joshua said that too. What do you have to say for yourself?"I wanted to tell her the truth, that. The blindfold was removed but I still couldn't see much becausethe bench stocks had me facing a corner of the room.?????? There wassomething strangely familiar about the wallpaper in the room that again had mewondering about the identities of the three young men. I stared long and hardat it until I could see patterns within the patterns of the wallpaper. A half hour or soelapsed before I heard movement toward me and the conversation turn itsattention on my vulnerable ass. "Are youready to. She giggled and said, "The house will be empty tonight if you want to come over?" I asked her to come to my place and told her where I live. She said,"Give me two hours and I will be there." We hung up and I headed for the shower. I changed the sheets on my bed and more or less tried to straighten up the place.Almost exactly two hours later I heard her car pull into the driveway and when I saw her get out I was about to lose my mind! I had seen her dressed before but this was something. Tonight was the third time we’d played two-on-two in the last few weeks: me and Dawn versus DJ and Bert. I was a better player than Bert, but DJ was a better player than Dawn, and I wanted everyone to have fun much more than I wanted to hog the ball and single-handedly try to win. We won some, they won some, no big deal most of the time. But tonight DJ had caught fire, Bert was playing better than usual, and Dawn and I hadn’t won a single game.That was about to change. No more Mister Nice Guy,.