I caught the ball mid air, and put it down on my bed. I walked to the door, and checked myself out in the mirror - my blue eyes glistening, my short, ...piked, brown hair wet, as I had just recently got out of a shower, my six pack on show, as I was only wearing a pair of jeans. I opened the door to find a girl standing on the other side, only a few inches shorter then me - I'd say she was around 5'6, me being 5'9. "Hey, are you Dylan?" the girl asked, smiling at me, her bright green eyes. Then I modified it again to get better fuel economy and make it a bit more environmentally friendly. Do you want to see in the back?” she asked.Marty nodded enthusiastically, so Mary opened the horizontally split backdoors. “Seriously! It reminds me of the vans that were called Shagger’s Wagons.”Mary chuckled. “Well, it’s my touring car. I love to take off and go where I like. This baby has dual alternators and four batteries in a compartment behind the bed to run everything. It’s even got an. Because I had gone on to technical college when I finished my sixth year at grammar school, I had got myself a Saturday job to earn a bit of pocket money. It was when I left the shop that I worked in to start my lunch break that I bumped into a pretty and vaguely familiar girl who appeared to be around the same age as me. We stopped and said hello, both of us a bit shy. I introduced myself as Robin. She told me that her name was Paula and that she worked at a local pharmacy on Saturdays, and I. They went out and along with the Manager, hit balls to me to see how I fielded. They would hit alternately to me and kept me running. I didn't boot any balls and had to charge a few that were coming off the grass wrong. My throws to first were accurate and then the reliever came out and we practiced some double plays with me pitching a ball to him or him to me before relaying it to first. We worked up a good sweat in the Florida sun until the Manager said, "I want to put you on second today and.