I haven't been to a baseball game in ages." "Great." Jake was more relieved than he expected to be. "The game's at one, maybe we could do lunch befor... or dinner after?" "Sure." Molly's heart had settled down, but now her stomach was fluttering. Stop it! she ordered herself. It's just a game, not a date. "It might have to be dinner," she said and felt the words building up to come rushing out. "I'm not sure how late I'll be on Friday because a lot of times I end up working extra hours with no. So, controlling my anger, I walked out of the room and went down the hall to the restroom. I leaned over the sink and splashed cold water on my face until I calmed. I let my breathing slow and my anger cool.I walked back into the room and without any reference to his comment started back on the subject we had been discussing. Mark was smart enough to keep his mouth shut and we continued on as if the whole thing hadn't happened. He never mentioned her again in my presence.I slowly sipped my. She could feel the exact imprint of his palm against her rapidly-reddening ass cheek, complete with the ring on his ring finger. Her body stiffened and her back arched as the stinging pain rocketed through her, quickly being replaced with a near-burning sensation. His palm lifted from her skin, and the burning intensified. She let out her first cry at this stage, her mouth opening wide unbidden, and a plaintive yelp escaped her lips. Almost immediately, she began to ramble. “Yellow light!. The patrons on that last night were the same patrons who filled it every other night.“I thought it might be the end of the world coming,” proclaimed the cook, noticing the flashing numerals and inadvertently starting another rousing debate about the history of the Last Chance.“You know that 2012 nonsense.” That drew a laugh and some unkind commentary about the Mayans and those who believed the story.“If it is the end, I want a ringside seat,” shouted one diner, as he paid his check, left a.