"No, but it's in the bad part of town. I can show you where it is." Can you point it out on a map?" No, you'll have to take me with you."'Women!' I th...ught shaking my head. 'Always wanting to go somewhere when they're not wanted!' I decided to deal with that later. Maybe Abby, or one of the others, could give me an address. I pulled the SUV up beside my Camaro and got out. I took the keys to the truck and got out. Don't get me wrong. It's nothing against the girls. I just didn't know them well. ."Can I help you?" a voice asks, breaking your concentration."Excuse me?" you stutter out, turning to see an elderly looking grandma-type sitting at the reception, peering through her glasses curiously."Are you one of the new students?" she asks. "Registration?" Uh, yeah, I guess," you nod."That's fine. Can I have your name?" Jack O'Leary," you say."Perfect," she smiles, opening and staring at a ledger."Alright Jack, your room is on the new fifth floor of Dorm A with all the other boys, Room. It was hot at the game and he actually could smell her feminine scent and sweat. Vicki's son Sam and Jeff's son Travis were good friends that grew up playing baseball together. They would usually get together after school or on the weekends to play sports.Sam had plans to go over to Travis' house and practice their batting on the new batting cage simulator that was just installed in their terrace level game room. Vicki needed her son's pickup truck to run an errand, so she told him she would. Slowly, we walked to the baggage area together in silence. Since we were the last ones off, by the time we made it to the baggage area, our bags were already waiting for us. We cleared customs together and walked out to the cool NY air. I asked her where she was headed. “Where ever you want to take me” she replied. Yet again, she managed to exceed my expectations. I hailed a cab and we headed into the city. I suggested we drop our luggage off at my apartment then go grab a bite to eat to.