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I could tell she wanted to help Deb and give some inspiration to her own players about their future. \u201cThere\u2019s also Euro ball.\u201d \u201cWhat\u2019s that?\u201d Deb asked. \u201cWomen\u2019s professional basketball has been thriving over in Europe,\u201d Dina explained. \u201cYou could get paid to play in France. I could put you in touch with a guy who might be able to help broker a deal for you. His name is Bruce Levy. He\u2019s an agent. Just like the men have. He started a few years back and he\u2019s got a clutch on the international market.\u201d<\/p>\n

Trini and Deb\u2019s eyebrows shot up. Dina just gave them a Christmas gift to dream about. Deb and Dina took a moment to exchange contact information. Jeanne, Linda, and Edy trickled in as Trini and Deb chatted more with Coach Dina. Finally, Barb arrived wrapped in a white furry coat and hat.<\/p>\n

We mingled over hors d\u2019oeuvres and bottles of wine. By the time Dina pulled the standing rib roast out of the oven, we were lit. We devoured it with pleasure. Edy wore a V-neck sweater with jig-jagged red, yellow, and blue yarn creating a pattern across her breasts. The gold chain around her neck glowed against her tan skin. The unicorn charm on the end plunged between her cleavage. I gave her a \u2018come hither\u2019 look from across the room and she followed me to the bathroom.<\/p>\n

\u201cYou\u2019re so beautiful,\u201d I said, kissing her soft lips. \u201cYou\u2019re a little drunky,\u201d she giggled, touching the tip of my nose with her finger. \u201cI am,\u201d I admitted. \u201cI have a surprise for you.\u201d \u201cYou do?\u201d Edy played along. \u201cWhat is it?\u201d Edy let me pull her sweater and bra up, but not over her head.<\/p>\n

Her breasts bounced freely. I sucked hard on one of her nipples. She pulled my mouth back up to her before I could engulf her again. My hands edged under the back of her sweater, touching her bare skin with my fingertips. \u201cOk, easy killer,\u201d she said, pulling my chin up to her mouth. \u201cYou\u2019ll find out tomorrow!\u201d I teased her. We made out a little until Barb banged on the door.<\/p>\n

\u201cLet\u2019s book it, you two!\u201d Barb yelled. \u201cWe\u2019re doing Baked Alaska for dessert!\u201d Dina rolled out a bar cart with a beehive shaped dessert in a pie dish covered in what looked like cool whip. She and Barb performed an elaborate show of dosing the cake in liqueur and lighting it on fire. What a show! It smelled divine. Dina cut into the browned meringue, revealing a delicious ice cream on top of Grandma Wylie\u2019s Christmas pudding cake.<\/p>\n

After we crashed from the sugar rush, we paired off and slowed down the music. Silver Bells played in the background. I wrapped my arms around Edy\u2019s waist, and she dangled her hands on my shoulders.<\/p>\n

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Chapter 3: Edy L\u00edmonade Chapter 4: Phillip Kingman Chapter 5: Basketball Coaching Chapter 6: Promises & Threats Chapter 7: Toby Deacon Chapter 8: Tubs & Toy Stores Chapter 9: Tortured Chapter 10: Halloween Chapter 11: Bryan Park Chapter 12: Barbie Chapter 13: Ethnic Expo Chapter 14: Turkey Day Chapter 15: Black Eyes Chapter 16: Christmas Chapter 17: Big Dreamers Chapter 18: Denver Chapter 19: Statistics Chapter 20: Love Month Chapter 21: How Could You?<\/p>\n

Chapter 22: IU vs. Richmond Chapter 23: Atlanta Chapter 24: Little Five Chapter 25: Kid Shoes Chapter 26: Grabbed Chapter 27: Coming Out Chapter 28: Graduation Chapter 29: Burn it Down Chapter 30: Conclusion Epilogue \u2013 8 Years Later About the Author Copyright \u00a9 2025 Reid Redman First Edition ISBN: 9798287461539 This is a work of fiction.<\/p>\n

Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the products of the author\u2019s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, businesses, companies, events, or locales is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No portion of this book may be reproduced in any form without permission from the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. This work may not be used in the training, development, or deployment of artificial intelligence (AI) systems, machine learning technologies, large language models (LLMs), data mining applications, or any related technologies without explicit, written permission from the copyright holder.<\/p>\n

Unauthorized use of this content in connection with AI systems or any automated data processing tools is strictly prohibited. For permissions requests go CONTACT at: www.ReidRedman.com, submit: \u201cAttention: Permission Coordinator.\u201d Cover art by Gowtham Thangaraj. Visit author\u2019s website at: www.ReidRedman.com 1kitap1.com\/en Dedication To Elle and the adventures we might have had at IU. And, to Kirby Jo, our very own Hoosier. 1kitap1.com\/en Prologue Entreat me not to leave you, Or return from following after you, For where you go, I go, And wherever you stay, I stay.<\/p>\n

Your people will be my people, Your God will be my God. Where you die, I will die, And there will I be buried. May the Lord do to me, and more, If anything but death parts you from me. Ruth 1:16 \u2013 1:17 1kitap1.com\/en Chapter 1: Sunni Lovegood \u201cYou got three minutes to get your shit out of this apartment!\u201d<\/p>\n

Phill yelled at Edy. \u201cStop! Please!\u201d her cries bellowed across the empty courtyard. Phill Kingman, the onsite apartment manager, looked plastered. He tossed her things over the balcony like trash. Fat tears rolled down her cheeks as she picked up the items strewn across the lawn. The sadness and fear in her eyes made me ache inside as she looked up at Phill standing on the balcony outside her apartment. I stood in the parking lot, glancing around the complex as the bored onlookers trickled back to their apartments.<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

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