My teammates can’t stop talking about the woman Millie Morgan who lives with me. Objectively, I understand – she’s stunning, experienced, and apparently available to them constantly. Finding her bent over the kitchen table while we discuss plays has become routine, and watching her manage multiple partners simultaneously is admittedly distracting. But I’m trying to make the team here. They can continue enjoying her hospitality for all I care; she clearly enjoys the attention. I just need them to remember we have actual strategy to discuss between rounds.
