Well, that’s certainly a one-eighty. He wants his daughter to have fun. “Yeah, we can work on that,” I say. “Good.” He leans forward now and looks me in the eyes. “Good idea, Posey.” My right nipple just went erect. “Thank you, Coach,” I say as I casually cross one leg over the other. “You know, I was thinking about it the other night, and then bam, it came to me—” “Get the fuck out,” he says, pointing at his door. “Sure. Yup, see you out on the ice.”
