Her hair was always impeccable. Her nails and makeup always perfect. That would be the word, perfect. She was full figured in a way middle aged woman ...ften are. A very good way I might add. Those impeccably tailored business suits never wrinkled because her full hips strained against the fabric as she walked. If I close my eyes, I can still recall that sway as she moved. The kind of movement that made a young man's mind go into overdrive. The kind of movement that made me want to just reach out. On that funny looking part." Alex, Alex," Rosie's voice had a different tone to it. It was filled with a sense of urgency. "We are close enough now that I can detect a power surge building within Red's ship."A twinge of panic went through Alex's body."What do you mean, Rosie? Is it about to take off? Who's at the controls?" I am able to detect that Red Fargo is not on board and neither is Garth," said Rosie."Who is it then?" Alex was really getting nervous now."It's Fletcher! That's who's. "I can't see him," said Sammy in frustration."Me either," said Collette."He's a catcher," offered Bobby. "They're over against the left field sideline fence."The girls squinted in the sun, looking where Bobby suggested."I can't pick him out," said Collette. "But that group does look like they're doing passed ball drills."A short line of four players were taking turns in a basic catchers' drill. They were assuming a catcher's stance, after which a coach threw a ball to the sideline fence behind. “Michael, please just answer ‘yes’ or ‘no’.”“Your Honor, can I object?” I asked. “She’s purposefully trying to trick you. She knows the answers I’m giving are accurate but wants to make it look like something it’s not!”“Your Honor!” Mrs. Laughton protested.“Michael, I’m sure this is all new to you, but we do have rules you need to follow.”“Yes, Your Honor,” I said.“Did you spend the entire night naked, in bed with your sister?”“Yeah,” I said with a clearly sarcastic tone.“Your Honor!” Mrs..