You never know. Maybe Rita will volunteer to do a little overtime with me. She practically got down on her hands and knees and begged me for it once. It’s the truth. This family of five got wiped out on the highway by a drunk driver. Their lodge was burying them the next day. Billy Smith and me pulled extra shifts. You were on vacation. Billy was working the crane. I was scooping dirt. It was hot like a bitch. We worked round the clock. After we were through, Billy took off to his girlfriend’s in Bayshore but I was all sweaty. The dirt sticking to me like glue. The mosquitoes eating me up alive. Flies buzzing over my head. I took off my T-shirt. Ran over to the main house. Guess who’s peeking at me through the Venetian blinds? I don’t have to tell you, do I? So I go downstairs to the locker room. Nobody was there but me. Open my locker. Strip all the way. Grab a bar of soap…..
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- Written by: Mark Levine