That night Andy and I were alone at the motel. Brad and the new recruits were being treated to a party and a sleepover in the athletes’ dormitory. The motel made me feel like I was back in the days of afternoon trysts with the gay married men’s club. I have to admit it was a bit of a rush.
Andy walked in the door with a bucket of ice.
“About time you got here. We only have an hour. Get your clothes off.”
Andy’s mouth dropped open in astonishment. “What?” He set the ice down.
“By the way, you owe me $32.50 for your half of the room. You stiffed me last time, so don’t think you’re gonna get away with it again.”
“Have you lost your mind? What the hell are you talking about?”
I couldn’t keep it up. I just laughed and pulled him down on the bed on top of me. “Just remembering old times a
