tazemebro “Yup. We have another date tomorrow.” The twenty-one-year-old sipped his beer, enjoying the company and the cooling air as the July sun sank over the trees. “How many is that since school got out?” Mr. Fitzsimmons took a swig from his own bottle, and enjoyed the way the young man’s reddish beard and dark-blond hair glinted as a last ray of the sun hit his face. The two of them were relaxing on the powerfully-built security guard’s screened porch;