“What’s wrong, dear?” asked Daniele. Her husband shook his head, raising his hand to silence her.“Look, I’ve known you a long time, and you�...�ve known her just as long. If this is some kind of joke, I find it in the poorest of taste!” her said sternly, frowning at the carpet. “I’m sorry, I just don’t believe that Lauren would do such a thing. This is ridiculous, for Chrissakes, she’s only fifteen!” His face grew red and his breathing shortened as he listened to the unfolding story.“What is it. 400 averages mostly dated back to the 1890s.But Teddy Ballgame was the last guy who'd done it -- in 1941! My father hadn't been born yet, when Williams hit over .400!So I didn't care about Willie Keeler or Cap Anson or some dude from 1887 named Tip O'Neill. Hell, the rules of the game weren't even the same, way back then, when they were running up those ridiculous averages.But Ted Williams' and his .406? Oh, man! I wanted that one!I wanted to hit .407!We were starting to win again, as a team,. Lewis, and Sophie who was hiding at the other side of their room, heard the door open and a girl saying hello.“Hello,” Lewis replied, “are you Mandy?”“Yes I am.”“Good, now what can I do for you?”Mandy was looking at the screen that was showing Lewis wearing a white lab coat with a stethoscope round his neck and in the background a wall with posters that are often found in a doctor’s surgery.Lewis was looking at reasonably attractive 18 year old girl who explained that she was worried that she. Andrew remains where he is, not quite sure what to do.I continue my charade of not noticing him and squirt a liberal amount of oil in the valley between my luscious orbs and on my flat stomach. I watch Andrew through the tinted glasses as my hands slowly spread the oil over my body. Slipping my hand once again under my bottoms and the other hand under the top.The combination of Andrew being so close and watching, the hot sun on my skin and my hands making me hotter is too much. Pinching the.