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Chapter 8

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Next morning, we indulge in “the wallow,” and it’s while lying sticky and spent that I almost say something about this maybe being my final year in baseball. It rises up and I want to let it out, but I stay quiet.

Tommy, so intuitive toward me that he usually knows what I’m thinking, says, “What?”

I have to throw something out quickly. “Just thinking ahead to you beating me up again.”

“On the field, I trust?”

I poke him in the side. “Yes, on the field. You gonna own me again?”

“Like I do now?”

“No, the other knock-it-over-the-fence way.”

“Hey,” he says, rolling onto his side and petting my chest, “you lay a juicy fastball up there, it’s history.”

“So you’ll lay off the curve?”

“Didn’t say that.”

I kiss his cheek. “There was a time I could get it past you,” I note. “Strike your butt out.”

“You know that got me hot, right?”

“Yeah, pissed-off hot.”

“No, the other kind. I’d have to hurry to the bathroom and jerk off because you striking me out lit me up.”