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Show Woodworth/51 against the bar, bunched together. Marty can feel the whole length of Gary's body against her side. "Can we get a pitcher of beer, Victor?" Gary asks. "Hey, Gary, been a while." The bartender is dark, smooth faced, his body all angles under the white apron. "Yeah. I didn't get season tickets this year." Victor looks from Marty to Rachael under a bar of black eyebrows. Marty feels Gary shift from one foot to the other, his weight leave her side. Victor fills a pitcher, pours the foam off, fills the pitcher again. He drops a glass, spotted and striped with water drops, in front of each of them. "You been watching the games on TV?" Victor asks. He leans against the sink opposite the counter so he can watch them all at once. "rarty feels him looking down on them, thinking of them as kids. "Watched a few," Gary tells him. Victor, Gary and Dave talk doubles and plays, pitching styles and batting averages. A special language, between men. "Well, it looks like a hit for the home team," Rachael ¥ whispers, leaning close to her. "For you, maybe. You don't have to go home after the ga^e." "Key, Rachael," Gary calls, over her head. "Do you get uptight when someone compliments you on your body?" "Is that a compliment?" Rachael asks, turning to face him directly. He laughs, and Marty feels something sink inside her. "Sure, sure it's a compliment." "I love to get compliments about my body. I think that people that it bothers are just up-tight about their sexuality in general." Jight about sex then?" Dave asks, leaning |