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And with that we were off to dinner. “Now when you tell me to ‘kiss my ass’ you can really mean it, sis.”
I laughed as I reminded him “you want me to be a good utility player, coach. Every bit as good. Paul in his golf shirt and slacks, me in another sun dress, a recent purchase. And yes, I’d always loved him as a brother and I knew he loved me in that brotherly way. But within minutes I understood our destination as we drove slowly down very familiar streets to the ballpark. Four times, as I’ve said. Ten?”
“I don’t know, but I’m looking forward to figuring it out.” He thought for a second and then brightened with “you know, I used to masturbate thinking of you.”
“I’m aware.
