Russ seemed more relaxed while we were there than I’d ever seen him.
One evening I came into the living room to find him having an animated discussion with Lisa. Not knowing what the subject was, I simply plopped down on the couch next to him and listened. They were discussing country music. Or, more specifically, they were talking about Kenny Chesney, who was, I assumed, a singer.
After talking about which of his CD’s they preferred, they switched to his looks. Russ and Lisa agreed he was hot. I grinned, realizing my lover and my stepmother were waxing enthusiastic about the sexiness of the same celebrity.
Then Russ said, “But you know, underneath that hat, he’s bald.”
“No way!” Lisa said, practically gasping.
“Oh, yeah. I saw a bio about him on CMTV one day and he was swimming. Grea
