She must be doing pilates. I heard another roar of laughter. When did she start laughter sessions like those laughter clubs?I looked out of the window...and I saw Clarra was talking to the house owner. He was topless as usual, wearing just his dhoti around his waste.He had a small steel bowl in his hands. He did not look like he had come to perform his religious pooja. He chatting with Clarra. I could not hear what they were talking but from what it looked, The ugly Indian landlord was talking. So, they had heard it as well. Tom was looking up."Lady, what have we..." THAT BOOK IS FILLED WITH LIES. THEY REMOVED ME, EXCISED ME. SEPARATED ME FROM MY PEOPLE. IT IS AN ABOMINATION."Lilith looked down at the Bible. It made sense. Certainly, what little she knew did not include the Lady. Well, she hadn't wanted it anyway. Lilith handed it over her shoulder."Here."Zak took it. Turning, she saw her lover carry the thick book over to the fire. With no hesitation, he tossed it under the pot of. It was too late, though. She closed the door behind them and cut loose all her inhibitions. “So, you liked them? I’m not too old to be hot?” “No fucking way. You’ve got great tits, and a hot bod,” the blond answered, seemingly tossing away his reservations as well. “Fuck no,” the other said at the same time. She couldn’t believe what she was thinking, but said it anyway. “Well, you’ve seen mine. It’s only fair that you show me yours.” She’d barely finished speaking before both men pulled down. Their currently mediocre outfield takes on the images of Ruth, DiMaggio and Mantle.They look a little bigger, a little stronger, than they probably are. And, damn them, they expect to beat you! They're used to winning, they've found out that they enjoy winning, and they want winning to continue.The Orioles? Are you kidding me? We're the New York Yankees!Maybe the most irritating thing about the Yankees was the way they could acquire new players and, somehow, immediately imbue the new guys with.