Rhapsody SuiteTwenty six
I WAS ABLE TO CONCENTRATE on my racquetball Tuesday afternoon and beat Allison, though we both worked hard. I agreed with Lissa about the intercollegiate tournament not having shown Allison at her best. And I have to admit—I missed a couple of shots because I was watching the jiggling on her chest settle down. Maybe they don’t make stronger sports bras. “For heaven sake, Tony. You’ve already seen ‘em naked. Can’t you keep your eye on the ball?” she laughed at me. “Geez, Allison. I’d never...