Suddenly the tubby little dough girl walked past the door eating a full quarter of an apple pie easily held in her plump little fingers. I laughed out loud over the correlation between pi and pie as she asked, “What’s wrong, Jack?”
“Oh nothing, I was just reading a funny story in this magazine.”
I chuckled as the four large women left the court. Most of them nearly filled the chain link doorway of the court. C = πd, I thought.
It wasn’t long before a group of four much slimmer women entered the court. I estimated that they were all in their mid-twenties, maybe even a little younger. They paired up and soon were busy volleying the ball back and forth. They’d run and stretch for the ball. Their short, light colored skirts barely covered their nice, round, little butts. As their faster, a
