And we could dream together about the possibilities. We could each think about the pleasures to be found in the arms of the other, in a place much les... public, and in much less clothing. Looking in each other's eyes, we saw all of that. And we both knew that the other knew all of that. And the smiles stayed in place. For the next too many years, we drank coffee together and talked to each other. We learned the names of each other's loved ones. We asked about the school plays and the big games. “Jack, are you left or right handed?”“Right handed.” I replied confused.“So why did you start off left-handed.” he asked, confused.“Did I, I never thought about it, I just did.” I admitted.I practiced hitting for a while, but there were a lot of people wanting to use the machine, we then moved to pitching, my fastball wasn’t very quick in comparison to what I had seen the college guys throw, but the coach worked on my other pitches, explaining that they were just as important as blowing by a. I was beginning to realize that most women in the fashion business were attractive. Pat was certainly no exception. She was a blond, about my height. She reminded me of Cybil Sheppard, only younger. She couldn't have been over twenty five. "It's a pleasure Pat." I turned back to 'Mike'. "Ms Sackett's waiting for us. We took the liberty of ordering in lunch and it should be here any minute." That was one of Connie's brainstorms. It was one way to keep me from having to go out to lunch with. “It’ll be a four-day seminar, and they’ll be holding workshops in various techniques. Trevor’s expecting at least fifty people to show up, maybe more.”“So you want us to ‘cover you’ while you’re gone? No problem.”“No, Louise. As a matter of fact, Trevor specifically asked for the three of you to attend.”“Wait,” I said. “I thought the seminars were for Guides only? No green-bands allowed?”“Well, that’s usually the case, but Trevor was so impressed with what the three of you showed him that he.