But I was a student of The Game. I knew there had been little-guy pitchers who'd made it big. Who was that guy, pitched for Philadelphia, back in pre-...istory? He'd hung around for years! Oh, yeah! His name was Bobby Shantz!I looked him up, too. He was five-six! Five-six! I was a giant, compared to that dude! Shantz weighed in at one forty two! I wondered if he had been a hard thrower. Well, the book said he'd struck out 152 guys that one big year he had, when he went 24-7. Not bad! Maybe he was. It was also Alex's fault for thinking that no one would be harmed if he succumbed to Karen's open attitudes on those occasions she'd texted or e-mailed him with an invitation to meet. And with Karen, every encounter involved sex. Alex had simply got careless. He should have been more thorough when he tried to tidy up after Karen's last visit, but he'd not noticed the lipstick marks on the rim of a cup, the indentations on the sofa and the unmistakeable aroma of sex on the sheets. There was. I know as soon as my pussy wakes up from that wicked fucking you put that little bitch through, she’s gonna want some more of this big brown fucker.“Josey, you tell your Aunt Rita that she would be welcome at my Momma’s house too, if she needs a place to stay. I hope you don’t mind me saying this, but I could die and go to heaven happy if I was lying next your Aunt Rita’s naked ass just long enough to get a lick or two between her butt cheeks. She’s got to be the sexiest, hot-assed, Mexican. You will be awoman." A woman!?" Kimble said in disbelief, but it was apparenthe was changing; his body hair had totally disappeared, andhe was now about the same height as Claire. While he stoodthere seeing his own body changing, Claire explained to himabout the Medallion of Zulo. Claire had accidentallydiscovered it about a year earlier while in an antique shopin St. Louis. Not knowing if it was valuable or not, shestored it away in event she could sell it or use it in someway. Now she could,.