Voice 2: Mmm, he's cute. You're a lucky girl.Voice 1: I know. We're [giggles] going away this weekend, a bed andbreakfast over near Ocean City.Voice... 2: You naughty thing. No white wedding for you, dearie.Voice 1: Who says? Or are you just trying to get out of wearing thatbridesmaid dress?Voice 2: I admit it. Pink pastel was never my best color. Voice 1: But I thought you and the other girls liked your dresses.Voice 2: Some do, some don't. It doesn't really matter. Everybody'sgoing to be. I worried that the dugout water cooler was going to get lonely.The Orioles were playing reasonably well but, unfortunately, we weren't putting together anything significant in the way of winning streaks. We got back home on August 7 for a very brief home stand with Texas, and we were now tied for second with Boston, four games behind the Yankees.Earlier in the week, Zeke Taylor and his wife Alice had invited several of the players and their wives or significant others over for an after-game. ..”“Don’t interrupt me, boy! I think that you walked in on them having a good time and that jealousy reared its ugly head, and then you sucker-punched him while his pants were down. Just like you admitted to, just like he claims. I think that your girlfriend and your sister are lying to protect you...”“This is BULLSHIT! That mother-fucker was RAPING her, and if I hadn’t of shown up when I did, then he would have finished the job!” I yelled, outraged at his accusations.“I have two eyewitnesses. The pair of siblings envied the youngsters of yesteryear. They thought 'Oh! The fun they had!' Which by the way was the name of the piece. I recommend you look it up in the library and enjoy it for yourselves. +By the by, I met Dr. Asimov one day in Grand Central Station in New York City, many years after whence this narration chronicles. I was going in as he was coming out, obviously on his way to some event, escorted by a young lady aiding him to a limo, waiting perhaps to whisk him off to.