"Are you gonna--?" Mollie-Sue huffed out a short breath. Lord. Girls were discreet, but boys? Boys were boring as paint drying. They didn't know what to ask at all.

She lifted her head and leaned in. "When y'all say wild, how wild? How long was y'all runnin' bases before ya got to get your hit in? Was the grass high on the field, or freshly mown? Y'all said you hit a home run, so was it in the front field or the back house?

"And y'all used protection didn't y'all, Ainsley Wheeler?"