With his arm behind my back, his hand on my hip, we walked silently towards what appeared to have been a single house that had been converted into apa...tments. We went in the front door into a small entryway and climbed up a narrow set of stairs to his place. When we went in, I looked around, catching a view of the kitchen. The table was full of clutter, but the rest of the place wasn’t as messy as he’d led me to believe. I was expecting to see balled up socks and underwear thrown on the floor.. I quietly approached an open window that had the curtains not totally closed. I couldn’t believe what I saw. A girl was masturbating. She was so pretty. She had shoulder length brown hair that framed her beautiful round face perfectly. Her eyes were brown too. It would not surprise to find out that she was the girl Van Morison sang about. Her lips were as red as cherries and I could see her teeth as white as pearls. Her skin looked so smooth and flawless. As I continued watching, I saw. I would have thought a tranquilizer that strong would have had me sleeping on the mound during the first inning."Freddie asked, "Did you get a report from the investigators yet?"Not really, Freddie, but a lawyer from the group came by and wanted me to sign some kind of agreement that the team wasn't responsible for the food and drinks. I didn't sign it and want my agent to look at them." I'll call my attorney to look at them if you want, and he'll come right out. Want me to call him?" Oh no,. The horse, one of his favorites, spooked at something, they were never able to determine the cause, reared up, and then fell over crushing one of Patrick’s legs. He never recovered fully. His right leg healed but was never right again. He was unable to ride for more than a mile or so with the leg, and had a very bad limp. The leg was always stiff and bothered him a lot when the weather changed. Patrick turned the title, and running of his county over to Robert, who had been assuming more.