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Chapter 9: Ankle Woes Shame on me for falling asleep on the beach under a palm tree in a lounge chair. Dangerous things could happen that way. Like unexpected handjobs in a public changing room along the Gulf. Like n*****s being licked and pinched. Like smashed ankles and immediate trips to Pittsburgh for recovery. Like… I dreamed of Lexington Mitchell Hayworthe again. The man came across as dreamy for all the right reasons: quarterback status for our rival team, the Tallahassee Thors. He stood at six-four and weighed two hundred pounds. He had a pretty boy face that consisted of tranquil blue eyes, a thick head of blond curls, nicely groomed goatee, and small nose. Had the guy not played professional football, he could have made an adorable model and gained a recognizable status around