“So, you gonna take me home and we can make your bedsprings sing?” Calvin asked when Brock thought he would come just from making out.
“Anything you say, Grace Kelly…Ouch!” Calvin hit him on the arm. “What was that for?” it was his injured pitching arm, too. The arm that had been aching all evening.
“I’m not a woman.”
“Never said you were. Was just gettin’ back at you for all the times you called me Gary Cooper.”
“Okay then. But just so you know,” Calvin grabbed his crotch, “I’m all man, baby.”
“Yes, you are,” Brock chuckled, still rubbing at his arm.
“Sorry. Did I hurt you?” Calvin started to rub Brock’s arm for him.
“Nope, it’s just that was my pitching arm, and—”
“s**t. I really am sorry.”
“’sokay.” The pain was easing anyway.
Brock turned the key, the engine spluttered, but d
