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- It was a hot summer afternoon, and by the seventh-inning stretch I was
- sticky with sweat, my terry-cloth shorts clinging to my crotch. I got up to
- take a little stroll down by the box seats, and as I stood there I heard a
- man's voice say, "You're Claire, aren't you?"
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- Turning around slowly, I saw this short, funny-looking, bald dude
- wearing an awful, rumpled plaid leisure suit. He chomped a fetid cigar and
- looked up at me with a lustful stare that bordered on the disgusting. He was
- such a stereotypical sleazeball, though, I couldn't help but chuckle, and
- although I had a pretty good idea already I asked him how he knew me.
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- "I saw you in High Society. I gotta say, you've got one gorgeous pussy,
- Claire, but tell me--are you really such a big fan or was that just some
- bullshit copy they wrote about you?"
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- I told the guy, whose name was Moe, that of course I was into the team; that's why I was at the game. At which point he said he'd bet the team would
- be just as into me if I gave the guys a chance. It turned out that Moe was a
- sportswriter with lots of connections, but I thought he was lying through his
- yellow teeth. He invited me to a party that night, promising to introduce me
- to all the big-league jocks I could handle, and I agreed to go.
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