“Wait just a cotton pickin’ minute,” Buckington said loudly. “What’s up with that big, love slobber of a kiss you two just did?”

Rhonda glanced sideways at Sue, who was doing the same.

“That wasn’t just a peck on the cheek. That was a grab my ass, suck my tongue, grind our groins together, til we’re hard and wet, kind of ooober smooch. Are you two doin’ the nasty or what? Come on. You can tell me. I won’t make fun of you too bad.”

“I totally forgot,” Sue said, surprised at herself. “Well, let’s just say Dick got further than third base, but didn’t hit a home run yet.”

“There’s no such thing,” Buckington said. “If you get caught between third and home, then you’re out.”

The girls looked at him like he was the dumbest man on earth, and we could see him trying to work out this monumental puzzle in his head.

“If he gets in a rundown and there’s an error on the throw, and he scores, then that’s a run. But what the hell does that have to do with sex?”

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