But for now, I think Rafe needs to stay in Las Vegas for a while."Jim LaCross sat and looked at Fred Hartman, shaking his head the whole time."Did Mil...er put you up to this?" he asked after Fred made his offer."Up to what?" Hartman asked."Agreeing to try left field," the manager clarified."Uh, no," Fred replied. "He tried to talk me out of it. He said I was more valuable in the infield." You are," LaCross confirmed. "In fact, if today was Opening Day, you'd be my starting second baseman."Fred's. We were now at Chambers Street, just three stations from the last stop. Our timing had been almost perfect. I noticed more about her, like her red lipstick and the complicated design of her hat. It had a band and some kind of bluish thing that I supposed represented flowers.“By the way, did you like what I showed to you?”“Oh yeah, of course.”“Especially my panties, I bet. Well, there is a lot more where that came from. We should move to the forward cars now if we want to get off.”At South Ferry. . remember.” Her eyes were wide and troubled as she gazed at him in the ruddy light. “You say that word so easily.”“What? God?” He watched her flinch, then reluctantly nodded. “It’s not a magic word, Karen. It isn’t even a real name. According to Jewish tradition, it’s actually...”“Don’t say it!” she cried.He held up a hand in a peace gesture. “Alright, I won’t, but there is nothing to be frightened of. You could say it too, you know. Words only have power over you if you let them.”“We cannot.”. There, in the chair.” I turn and see a comfy looking rocking chair in the dark corner of the room, and settle myself into it. Then, alone in the center of the frilly white room, she begins to dance to a song we can barely hear. She’s her own partner; revolving with a sexy little swish of her ass in a tight circle. Her feet, small and tipped in purple paint, bend and flex and point and pivot. She holds her hands away from her body at first, yet they too are dancing; her wrists turn and her.