She raised it up, but had to lower it. Grandpa had smiled at her, and asked, "Are you SURE you want to shoot my old hog leg? She was nervous, but dete...mined. She nodded to him. "Yes Grandpa. I'm sure."He had smiled back at her, and had told her to lift it, and use her thumb to pull the hammer back. Then to aim, like he had shown her, and pull the trigger. She had done it all, and when it went off, she was enveloped in a dense cloud of grey smoke. It had tasted and smelled TERRIBLE!!! She batted. Bonnie was pleased to find that he drove an expensive, but mature looking sedan instead of some high end sports car. It just seemed to fit him better. A well groomed, dark haired man of six foot three or four would look out of place in a sports car. He was reserved and successful, not some spoiled rich kid who never grew up.It was hard for her to concentrate at work that day despite everything she had to do. She couldn't keep her mind from drifting back to Greg and his confident, infectious. So Melissa’s day was not going very well.After Melissa received the ten strokes of the cane, she also had to stay in position for ten minutes. So now she had to hurry to her dorm room and change over to her boots, bib overalls, and lab coat. This was the uniform needed because her next class was in the barn, working with the animals. This is the part she liked best about the vet school. Half of the day would always be spent working with the animals.Melissa also loved the way the campus was. She didn’t know the answer but then, none else knew the answer either.’ ‘Oh, that is simple. The batter has to swing at precisely the right moment and has but a fleeting second to adjust the swing so that it is on the same plane as the ball. If he does this successfully, he hits the ball. If he doesn’t, then he has a strike against him.’ She smiled. ‘Let’s face it, that is really a tough job. The best hitter in baseball was Ted Williams and in his best year he hit safely 4 out of 10 at bats. So.