Saturday afternoon found me in the park with Amy and her four-year-old twin girls, Shannon and Sharon. As they played in the sandbox, I brought her up to speed.
“No way! But the date started out so well,” Amy said, while keeping a careful eye on the children.
“It did. Jamie was so nice, and really great in bed, but the way he went about getting in my pants was so underhanded, not to mention his anger management issues. It was like a switch flipped, and hello, Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.”
“Yeah, what a jerk! That was a really close call, Cisco.” Shannon came over to get a hug from her mother before running back to play with her sister.
“But something good came out of it,” I added. “Benjy McCrae.”
Amy pursed her lips. “I’ve seen him from time to time when I stop by to visit you, but I woul
