Her short beige dress was dancing just above her knees in the warm summer wind, which was gently blowing through the double door, leading to a balcony...under the starry night. Drinking her cocktail and watching two boring people arguing about an uninteresting theme, she saw him. He was standing there, talking to a host of the party and looking almost as bored as she did. She couldn’t take her eyes from him. Wearing white shirt, narrow black tie and a slim fit suit, he looked g o r g e o u s. He. He hit it the first time but not far. On the next pitch he hit it far over my head."That is the way to hit it. You would normally run from one base to another while my team tries to catch the ball and throw it back to touch you with it." Is that all there is to this game?" It is more complicated than that. You have to learn to rub your balls and spit too."The men with the wing returned and their work looked very poor. The wing was twisted but one half was done fairly. I explained what was wrong. Her Mom wanted you to come, if you're free." I'll check to see if I'm working or not." She took a sip of her coffee and rolled her head around to stretch her neck. "I can't wait for the holiday season to be over so I can get back to regular hours again." Did that girl tell you why she missed her shift the other night?" Typical sob story," she said. "I hate firing people before Christmas, but she left me no choice. She forced me to work a fourteen hour day because she skipped out and left me. ”“I think its going to like anyone who tries to establish order,” I said as we started to walk down the hallway.“You try too hard to be humble,” Tatyana said. She rushed ahead of me and then turned around to walk backwards while smirking at me. She made the walk seem effortless as she stared at me.“Do you have a purpose?” I asked carefully.“Besides having your babies?” Tatyana asked in a playful voice she had to have learned from Ashley.“I think I need to spank a blond tonight,” I.