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seasons.
    Her dad, Max, sounded pretty cool
and had taught Paige just about everything she knew about baseball. I think it
was probably the longest conversation I had ever had with a girl, except for
Kitty, before she decided to start hating me. There was something about Paige
Brinton that was different and I wanted to find out more.
    “What’s goin’ on dude?” I plopped
down on the cracked leather couch that was a hand –me- down from the Chapmans,
much like the rest of the furniture in the house that I shared with Chris and
his middle brother, Bryce, who was hardly ever here. I swear he spent ninety
percent of his time at the library and the other ten percent with his equally
nerdy girlfriend, Marcy.
    “Not much,” Chris replied tossing
the remote of our flat screen over to me. “I’m getting ready to head out with
Claire, isn’t this one of your nights with Mia?”
    I scrubbed a hand over my face, trying
to remember what day it was. Shit, it was Friday. Normally I looked forward to
this day with Mia. That girl was kinky as fuck and was always coming up with
new positions or places to try out. I thought I had died and went to heaven
when she showed up one time with her equally kinky friend, Brandy. Wasn’t that
every guy’s fantasy? Now for some reason, I just wasn’t feeling it.
    “Yeah, I guess,” I answered back
with a shrug of my shoulders, twisting off the cap to my beer I had pulled out
of the fridge. I had a feeling I was going to need a few of these.
    “Ok,” he dragged out, giving me a
strange look at my lackluster tone. I was surprising the shit out of him too,
apparently. “Well don’t make it too late, got to get up early tomorrow. You
think you can be ready for me to pick you up around 7:00?”
    “Not a problem,” I replied,
stopping on SportsCenter as I leaned my head back against the couch. Mia knew
my rule about no sleepovers and I’m sure I wouldn’t have a problem getting her
out of here early. “See you bright and early.” Game days were always something
to look forward to for me, almost as much as baseball. The Chapmans were
wealthy people and since Tim was an alumni, he had purchased a caboose that
made up the Cockaboose Railroad, one of the most unique tailgating experiences
anyone would ever have.
    I was seriously speechless when I
first saw the thing and expected Robin Leach to jump out to narrate my tour for
me. From the outside, it looked like a normal train car, painted in garnet with
the Gamecocks logo, but that’s where the simple stopped.
    The place seriously looked like a
Victorian palace or something. The walls were a simple white, but adorned with
expensive paintings that could probably pay my rent for a whole year. The
furnishings were lavish with leather couches and lamps that I was afraid I
would break every time I went in there. Pillars and brass chandeliers added to
the décor and a mahogany bar was set up in the corner, which Tim hired out a bartender
for at each home game.
    There really wasn’t one word to
describe it. The tone over in that area was a little more subdued than any of
the student tailgating though. No keg stands or jock rock blaring from
speakers, but it still had a fun vibe. We seemed to run back and forth till
game time between the Chapmans and the area where the guys from the baseball
team set up every year.
    A knock sounded at the door and I
looked down at my watch to see that it was almost 6:00. Mia was right on time.
“Hey, how’s it going?” I assessed her quickly with my eyes as she stood in the
doorway with a hand on her hip. Her long black hair was down and straight, like
she normally wore it, hanging past her bare shoulders that were a light mocha
color. Her best features were in my face like usual, squeezing out of the tight
black dress she had on, that barely covered her ass. But for some reason my
dick wasn’t instantly hard when she showed up.
    “Hey sexy.” She ran a finger
lightly up and down my bare chest and I took a