Aami pochlo teva aata ghari navti. Ti durvar postoffice madhe moneyorder karayala geli hoti. Pappa ani aaji bolat astana ti gharacha baher aalo. Ekde...tikde pahat hoto. Tyanche ekmajli sadhe chote ghar hote. Mage lagunch to sarkari bungla hota. Baag durvar pasarleli hoti ani tyapalikade bhayan jungle suru hot hote. Janya purvi pappani mala dur jaau nakos mhanun bajavle ani mag pappa nighun gele. Aaji mazyashi baryach gappa marat hoti. Mi kapde badalale. Tyanche ghar sadhe hote pan gharat. Not me. I didn't have the sweet swing -- just good hand-eye coordination and exceptional vision. I figured I'd need both to succeed.I also worried about getting hit again. If a ballplayer gets hit in the face, and then tells you he's not gun-shy afterward, he's lying. It's hard to stand in there against major league pitching -- especially when those headhunters are pissed at you most of the time, for threatening their only reliable source of income.Getting hit had never bothered me all that. I asked him if he’d had a good night and he said “Well it could have been I was outside round the back of ****** having a kiss and a grope when his boyfriend came out, slapped him and dragged him off shouting and swearing”.“I was quite pissed off as I hadn’t had any action for about ten months” he said, that got me thinking, he was a reasonable looking lad, a little chubby but seemed nice enough. As we approached an area I knew he said “Anywhere round here will do thanks”, like I said I knew. Lifting myhead, I stared out through slightly blurry eyes to see the woman officerstanding before me."I'm sorry to have to do this right now," she said in a voice so sincerethat I instantly believed her. "But I figured you'd prefer to answer somequestions here," she gestured at Carlotta, Tracy, and Roberta, "amongfriends. Rather than down at the station."I stared at her for a second, processing her words. Then, with a slowlydeveloped understanding, accepted the fact that I was going to have.