The sun was setting when I heard the front door open and close. He was back.I got up, marked my place in the book and placed it on the table. He was ...miling, went straight over to the trapdoor. “Come on.”Again I followed him. Again we entered that room. Again he ordered me to get on the pedestal. The room was dim, no lights were lit and the light outside was fading. I felt the warmth of his body as he fastened the cuffs around my wrists and ankles. His warm fingers reached for my crotch. Why. He knows about pitch selection. And how hitters think. Most of what he's told me, about game situations -- it seemed right." Pitch selection," I repeated, and laughed. "Carlos said to me, I only got the one signal from the catcher: One finger means, 'throw the damned ball!'"Boots was shocked. "He really said that to you?" He wasn't being mean or nothing," I said. "He just meant, I got no pitching skills yet. I got no change, no curve. Not even a slider." I got a slider," Boots said. "It's a. What do you know of them? How do you know of them?" Nothing definite, just rumors and vague innuendo," Mann shrugged. "Why?" Most people do not believe they actually exist," Marcello explained. "I, however do believe so. I had hoped that perhaps you had witnessed something firsthand to help lend credence to my suspicions. What are your impressions of Signore Reznik, the Moravian envoy?" Truthfully, I do not trust him. I think he knew about the plot firsthand. Did you see the way he reacted to. "Frankie drew his hand back. The brief brush had made him feel warminside. He knew the feeling and tried to suppress it. Alex didn't looklike Bruce. He was older and less attractive. But, Frankie knew that hestill liked this guy. Crazy, I'm crazy, Frankie thought to himself."Okay. Thanks."As they stood up, Alex reached for his wallet. "After I pay this, wouldyou like to take a walk? I want to hear more about your book."Frankie agreed and excused himself to the ladies room while the.