Fed by the NFL gang-2

“And now I want you to meet my old friend Donk. Short for Donkey.” Another mountain of meaty black sinews, Donk greeted us with a wide smile and flashing white teeth. He seemed the oldest of the guys, over 30 for sure.

“Hey, the pleasure’s mine. Y’all are most welcome! Anything you need, just tell it to Donk.” He embraced Eve in a bear hug, which nearly enveloped her, and shook my hand with gusto.

“How did you come by your nicknames,” asked Eve.

They tittered a moment before Donk answered.

“Well, Miss, you see our teammates gave them to us. They sorta fit, I reckon.”

“What he means, Eve,” added Jamal, “is they got their monikers from the team showers.”

We all cracked up, including Eve. “Very interesting. I expect I’ll find out more about that.”

Feeling more relaxed than when we came in, we settled down to hear Jamal, who was taking on the air of host, announce the plan for the evening.

“Gentlemen, we need to give Eve a little time to freshen up. Drinks are at 7 sharp and dinner whenever. It’s party night!”