There was music and dancing downstairs, and I figured couples in most of the upstairs bedrooms, Tommy was famous. Downstair it was a furnished and fin...ished basement, a large basement party area. Couples were dancing, and everyone drinking, people here were drunker than upstairs and a few passed out on chairs and sofa's. In the basement hallway and saw a girl in tight, short shorts, enter in a room at the end of the basement hallway, she'd stood there a few minutes, then entered. Skin tight. “We’ll have to devise a way to safely ignite the fuel; that much gasoline would engulf a man if he was at the hole when it was lit,” he told them.“All we’ll have to do is pour a trail of fuel from the hole back at least fifty yards, and when we drop the match, all hell will erupt down in the hole,” Don Cooper told them.“How will we ever get that much fuel over there?” Jerry asked, “We’ll enlist the help of every man up here who has a truck that will haul six to eight drums filled with fuel on. That’s when she moved the basketball from her left to right hand quickly, then burst forward, laying it up at the rim. Wow… She was good. Denise. Denise White was her name. That was the jersey I wore as well, as big a fan as I was. After some more eye balling of her, I was saddened to go home knowing she and the Knicks had lost. I sighed, walking out of the stadium. I needed something after all that eye balling of her. So, as all men do, they go to the nearest bar. Well, at least in my day. Brad hadn’t joined them because he was going to be busy with his family at around noon, so he was going to wait for his mom to pick him up.Being alone with Brad, made the thoughts from the previous night flood my mind and I knew that it would be tough for me to keep acting normal. I had nowhere to hide and I felt like his eyes could see my naked body under my robe.“How can he play it off so well?” I thought as I nervously drank my coffee.“Sorry about last night,” he said, making me almost spit.