“Oh, look! The game’s started,” Wendy
said. “Gosh, I haven’t been back here since...gees, since I was a cheerleader.
Makes me wish I still had my pom-poms.”
“Yeah,” Donny said, in total agreement,
his imagination perfectly capable of imagining Wendy in a cheerleader outfit.
His mind wandering to such forbidden places, he hadn’t noticed she was speaking
to him. “I’m sorry. I was... I... what did you say?”
“I said it doesn’t matter how many times I see it happen, I just don’t understand off-sides,” she said. “I think it’s
the lack of testosterone.”
“Pardon me?” he said completely bewildered.
“I’m convinced only males understand
off-sides. Makes sense if it is attached to testosterone because I don’t have
any of that,” she said with a shrug.
Donny shook his head. “No, you don’t,” he said,
unable to keep his eyes from checking out evidence of her lack of testosterone.
He then cleared his throat and added, “Want me to explain it?”
