“Fuck you!”“No, thanks, I don’t want to get the clap!”Okay, that was a cheap shot, but that did it. Luckily his coaches had seen what was ab...out to happen and two of them grabbed him before he could get to me. I bounced around like Muhammad Ali and motioned for him to join me on our side of the field. That was when Coach Zoon grabbed my facemask and marched me back to where our team had started to run pregame drills.“Did you forget you have a mic on?” he hissed.I just smiled at him. I think. Even her landlord told us she slept with him to pay the rent when she was short of cash. I'd be careful if I were you." Look, Keith. You know Brian. He went to school with her. I'd trust Brian over some druggie. Wouldn't you?" Normally, yes, but in this case, I think Brian's thinking with his dick. There's just too much support for the case against her. Here's a copy of their Las Vegas marriage license. Take it. You bring me proof and I'll look again." So what the fuck you want, a dead body?. "May I have this dance?" I asked the group."Who are you asking?" Randi replied."You!" I told her. Then taking her hand, I led her to the dance floor. They were playing the music on a stereo with big speakers. I couldn't see, but suspected they were using records due to the scratchy sound. I knew it would be another decade before Phillips and Sony would publish the Red Book on CD specifications.They were playing a song from a Broadway play, but I couldn't recall its name. Randi hesitated. "I. After we swapped some spit, I asked, "Did you shower after practice?" Yes, Ma'am." He turned his head and pulled the top of his ear down. "See?" Good Boy. Now you need to take Bozo out and let him do his business for about five minutes. And when you come back, I need you to lock the front door. Then let me know you're back, give me about ten seconds and come into the bedroom. You do all that and I'll give you a nice surprise." A surprise? You mean like some Reese's Pieces?" A different kind of.