Lying

Years earlier, Rock and an old girlfriend had sat in the bleachers of this same softball field, the one across Cantrell Boulevard from Cajun's Wharf where he and his workmate Todd Trobb now sat.
Rock remembered that his girlfriend had said something about how fun it might be to have sex on the plush grass of the outfield, perhaps late at night as a band played on the deck of Cajun's.
Rock's memory was accurate, but he told Todd of the product of his former girlfriend's imagination as if it had actually occurred.
Todd seemed skeptical.
"Really?" he said. "That seems like something you would've told me a long time ago."