Wednesday afternoon I got a call on the radio. "Alan, can you come to the trailer? Your new tech is here."I buzzed my golfcart back up the road to my ...ffice trailer. I walked in the door and heard the administrator say, "That's Alan Addison." I told her, "You forgot the 'impressive' part," laughing. The guy standing in front of me had sandy hair and was six feet tall and maybe twenty pounds overweight. To him I extended a hand. "You're Jason..." Ellerbee," he said, giving my hand an. This guy, 'Dads' Coleman, certainly had more to boast about than I did. How long had I been up? Eleven games? Two at-bats? Three fielding chances, one of which I'd (unofficially) muffed?And the manager, Carlos Ortega. He'd actually been a first-string infielder for a few short years in the bigs. He was the real deal. No Hall of Fame candidate, surely, but a bona fide big leaguer."What's the story with Curtis?" I asked Boots. "He ever play up there?" Triple-A guy," Boots said. "Got hurt. Bad.. Bye.The whole night, I just couldn’t sleep thinking about how it is going to be with the first kiss of my life and also started working out as to how we are going to be able to go with the rest of it as she clearly stated “much more than that”Next day:S: Happy Happy birthday to my sweetheart!!!P: Thanks darling!!S: so how was last night? And I hope that now on we can talk a bit open as we both know what is going on in our minds.P: last night was good. I was thinking about what we spoke and how. ?Sweetheart, are you okay?? Betsysighed. ?We?re never going to get anywhere at this rate.? ?Yeahwe will,? Emma brandished the slim leather belt she had gone to her room toget when Jean had stripped. ?Jean. We haven?t got all day. Open your throatand take it all in.? She punctuated her words with a smack of the belt againstJean?s ass. Jeanhad just taken Scott in her mouth for another try when the belt struck herbutt. She yelped, swallowing involuntarily.