Him. In space. Justin Boslon, son of Marc and Tracy.Slowly, still not believing it, despite the last twenty hours, Justin grabbed the arms of his chai... and began to push himself up while staying in the sitting position. It took effort, as he was moving mass if not weight and wasn't the strongest teen, but slowly his butt left the seat. Once his arms were fully extended, he let go.He was floating, a half foot or more above the chair."Heh ... hehe ... Hahahahahaha!"He couldn't help it. He was in. Lisa was wearing shorts and a shirt that showed off her tits. She always looked good, but I had never seen her in such casual clothes. She looked even better in those. "Jake! It is so good to see you again." Lisa said as she came in the door."It's great to see you again too." She reached out and gave me a hug and I could feel her tits against my chest. I had thought so many times about those firm, nice boobs, and here I was, with them pressed against me. "I was glad to hear when Dad told me you. Once, in a game against Toronto, their starter was ahead of us, 6-4 in the sixth inning, but he was starting to tire. There were two out and nobody on when it was my turn at bat. I told Paul I was going to finish him."Can't hit a three-run homer with nobody on," Paul said, smiling."Can't hit a homer at all," I said. "But I'm going to finish him, anyway."I started fouling off pitches, deliberately. The count on me was no balls, two strikes, and it stayed that way for 14 more pitches -- every one. I soon found what I was looking for and handed them over. Back in the kitchen I decided to oven cook a warm meal rather than a microwave, as I now realised the girl would be here for at least the night.Wandering back into the room I was faced with a cold stare."Did you undress me?" she stated."Er, yes. You can't leave someone with hypothermia in wet cold clothing," I replied. "I did leave your underwear on and I'll wash and dry your outer clothing later."The stare went on for about a minute.