She was busy preparing to leave for school in a couple of weeks. I was sorry that our time together was going to have to end, but I thought it was likely that I would see her again. Most women that I took as subs made an effort to keep in touch. Unless she found a steady boyfriend right away at school, we might even play again next summer. Time would tell. She pulled into the driveway at 5:58. Right on time as usual. I came out the front door, pulling it closed behind me as she reached the porch. “Is something wrong?” she asked. “Not except for your lack of proper address.” I had to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from laughing. Even after weeks of reminders she still screwed that up regularly. She just wasn’t good at the whole “Sir” thing unless she was in trouble. “Sorry, Sir,” she mumbled. “Lucky for you, I’m in a good mood.
