Outside the park before and after games, Brock would sign anything put in front of him (although he had not been asked to sign a portion of anyone's a...atomy yet, he figured it was probably only a matter of time).Brock had appeared at other signings and he knew this one would go the same way. The crowd – and, to his surprise, there was a crowd – would comprise two groups. The first was middle aged men (and occasionally women) with a child in tow. These were the fathers and mothers who wanted to. I didn’t know that. Bella, John’s girlfriend, or ex girlfriend, now, was one of my closest friends. I was speechless. I placed my hand on his and squeezed it lightly, offering a sympathetic smile. “I’m sorry. What happened?” I asked, not meaning to pry, but curious to know what had broken them up. They seemed like such a happy couple.“It’s been almost a year, Rachel,” he stated, letting go of my hand. “She won’t .. you know. I mean, you know I love her. If sex is all I wanted in the first. “Of course, he is,” I added.Julie smiled not fooled. She knew me.“Your husband is a mastermind and blessed by Moon Mother,” Scout mumbled, truly impressed with me.“He impresses me too,” Zetia mimicked.“Well, in the absence of any immediate threats perhaps our master should look at what the enemy is doing now?” Julie said with a slightly mocking tone.I ignored her and kissed Julie, and then pulled Zetia in for a kiss too. “I am so glad you both are unhurt.”“He is a little worked up,” Julie. That was a big bad mistake. It felt like someone had taken a hand drill and started to drill into my skull. The pain was massive and instantaneous, and drove a groan from my lips. Immediately I felt a hand on my forehead and then heard Stevie’s voice. ‘Craig? Honey? Wake up baby. You’re going to be okay baby… you’re going to be okay.’ She sounded close to tears but relieved. As I lay there in self imposed darkness, I ran the events that had put me here, over in my mind. I had total and.