The umpires huddled until they had the major league office confirm that I was hit and didn't lean into the pitch.All of this, and I was still on first... Their pitcher never recovered and was hit for five runs before he was relieved that inning.The rest of the game was about as bad. I was thrown a really sweet ball, and hit it straight to the shortstop who caught the fly and tossed to second to double up the runner. Now that doesn't help stats.My last bat of the night was beautiful as we were up. I was born a poor black child, except for the fact that I'm not black, my family wasn't really poor, and I'm not from here." From the city?" Uh ... no, from this world."Mirage stared at him for a minute then lifted her glass and finished her drink, getting up and grabbing the crystal carafe. She refilled his drink and her own before setting the carafe in front of her. "Then ... where are you from?"He let out a slow breath and took another hit of the potent brew. With his constitution, he could. “Damn iPods,” he muttered, breathing heavily. “What's your...name?” Then grabbed his knees, struggling to catch his breath. Sweat gleamed on his naked body, and I could smell his exertion. “Anastasia Milburn,” I answered. God, his voice was so intense. It seemed to reach into me, touching my soul. How could I resist such a voice. You couldn't. The voice just had to be obeyed. “Well, Anastasia, I'm Mark and I'm the founder of the Naked Jogging Club.” His blue eyes roamed my body, a leer on his. . Her boobs crushed into my hands and her legs were on the ladder itself… I squeezed her boobs ….I think she didn’t noticed..Them she lost her balance and fell on me…I also fell down and her lips touched mine………We laid like that for a few seconds to recover from the fall…Then she got up…. I apologized for the accidental kiss and she said it was just an accident…I gave her the letter….She tore it into pieces…And told me to never do such things for Akshay…Then she went…..One day we came to the.