> > > "Beat the heck out of a handball with someone who knows how > > > to play?" She > > > suggests, "I have to be so controlled with Shawn..." > > > >"OK," he says, nodding, quickly flipping through the catalog > of things he > >needs to get done. He nods, finishing his list. "I'm game. > 10 minutes?" > > "Sure, but you get to help set up." She grins, then her smile > softens, "And thanks." "But of course. I exist only to serve," he says with a bow and a smile. > She heads off to change into her workout gear, wearing the > green and shows > up at the gym positively busting with anticipation. She can't > wait to see how good he is. "And my serves are usually Aces, when I'm on," he calls at her retreating back. He goes and changes into his workout clothing. Loose tank top tee shirt, gym shorts/swim trunks, and shoes. He goes right on down to the room and begins to set it up. Woof
