That's why they are doing it. Now it makes complete sense what is going on," said Marie almost under her breath."What are you talking about my dear?" ...sked Patterson."Now that we know what is going on, the real questions are now who and what they personally gain from it," said Marie looking down and still in her own world."Marie, honey, what are you going on about?" asked Seth as he gently put his hand on her arm.Looking up as if she realized where she was for the first time Marie looked at. I had always thought I was right handed, since that was the hand I had automatically used for writing etcetera. But the first time I got to the plate, I was going over my research in my head, remembering how a left hander hit the ball, so I had set myself up in a left-handed stance. I was hitting most balls, so I thought about another professional I had studied, without even realising what I was doing, I switched to right handed and batted in his style. The coach who was working with me was. Then he piled on half a dozen more. They were just sopretty. He added an ankle bracelet for good measure.A display of wedge sandals drew his attention next. He stared at them fora moment and then realized that they would be just so perfect because herfeet tended to go up on their tiptoes anyway. She put on the highest pairshe could find. They felt perfect and natural and the open toes showed offher pretty red toenails.R ran her hands over her smooth, firm body as she made her way back to. Unknown to them a young man, not much older than Samantha, overheard their conversation. His name was Edward, though he will be referred to only as E later in the story. He called seven of his friends and began to make plans of his own. Edward, you see, had been a junior when Samantha was a freshman and had been one of the boys Samantha had refused to go out with, though he had asked many times.Edward and his friends got together later that day. It was decided that the men would visit the girls.