You just laughed and said we weren't done yet. I steeled myself for more blows, focusing on keeping the little plug in my abused ass. This time you st...rted out a slower pace, and lighter, landing stinging blows at the bottom of my ass and back of my thighs. After another 20 you stopped again. "How you doing, babe?" you asked, resting a gentle hand on the small of my back. "I'm okay," I replied, a little breathlessly. "Good girl. Ready for part three?" My breath caught in my throat at the. I had trouble with my voice and could only nod, but then finally I said, ‘Juliet’s hurt.’ He picked her out of my lap like she weighed nothing and ran to the emergency room. And later, even though he was worried about my safety, he helped me find Case at the hospital to check on Juliet.How could I not know he’s more than a friend? How could I not care for him?She turned and looked at Case. “But ... but, after ... Christmas, while we were in Barnwell, he was...” She searched for a word.. Her heart started to race and she forced herself to take deep breaths until she was calm again. When had she last seen her bag? She thought back, couldn't remember.Don't panic. Don't panic. She had her debit card, her driver's license and her cell phone. She could work something out. She looked around for a cab but only saw a black Town Car. Grabbing her suitcase, she pulled it behind her as she walked towards the station entrance, hoping they had a phone book or brochure with some useful phone. During the regular season, there's a constant parade of guys who are up for a few days to fill in for an injured regular, or young prospects who are getting a late-season look-see by their club.Nope. In the playoffs, the lineups are set, and most of the kids you saw in September are left off the tightly controlled post-season roster. Managers tend to play everything close to the vest, and even if the young guys were still around, you would mostly see the tried-and-true veterans.And that's good.