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with whatever he had. He felt foolish, foolish and idealistic. He"d never
expected anybody to follow him unless he"d been on the court. And then,
they"d only followed him because he usually managed to be down court
first.
But then, he did have a point. If there was ever proof that a mercy-
killing rule was needed in pro sports, this game was it.
He must have donesomething,he conceded, because there was a
noticeable difference in the second half. Not enough to fix a thirty-point
lead, but enough to make the game un-embarrassing, and that was
something.
Xander kept up with Chris"s game on his phone as he sat through
the press conference with the other players, and saw that Denver was
primed to win. He left a text, “Better you than me, buddy,” before
standing up and looking official to escort the team down to the locker
room.
The team spent a lot of time clapping him on the back and telling
him thank you. He felt obligated to hang out for a while until the room
had cleared out. Strange, yes, but true. He spent that time texting Chris—
because Denverhadwon, and even if he wasn"t going to get postgame
sex, he could at least get postgame sexting.
Xan@CE--Nicely done, hotshot—28 pts, not bad.
CE@Xan--Cliff had a good night too.
Xan@CE--Yeah, but Cliff doesn"t give victory blow jobs
CE@Xan--grrrrr--and tonight, neither do I-how"s the foot?
Xan@CE--Looks like a seal flipper, hurts like a seal bit it, chewed
it, and ate it.
CE@Xan--ROFL--well hang in there, seal bait—you"ll be up on it
soon.
Xan@CE--R U calling in the morning again?
CE@Xan--Do you want me to?
