I had put seven years of blood sweat and whatever else into it. I had completely redone all three bedrooms. New Carpet, paint, and moldings. I had the...crown molding for the master bedroom custom made for my wife. Lynn had drawn a pattern that she thought would look great. Honestly, I was a slave to my wife and loved her with every fiber of my being. Whatever she wanted, I got or built for her. I walked around to the side of the house and looked at the gate to the backyard. I closed my eyes and. The second odd thing was that we had a fistfight in the dugout. Since I was out in the bullpen minding my own business that evening, I had no idea what started it, but before the dust, sunflower seed and tobacco shards settled, almost everybody except the batboy had gotten involved, either throwing punches, kicking over Gatorade coolers or trying to separate combatants. One of the young outfielders lost a tooth, and Jojo ended up with a huge mouse under his left eye, but nobody, absolutely. I rubbed my head, having had bumped it on the floor. The gleam from the window had me in a daze. I looked around. I felt as if I hadn't slept at all. Had I dreamed all of it? What the hell was going on?!Chapter 2There was something torturing my mind about the dream I had the night before. I wasn't sure that it was a dream at all, but it had to be! Moving into this creepy house has just messed with my mind, and that's all the rational I needed to push it into the back of my mind.The second day. If I confronted her, she might try getting me in trouble with the campus authorities. Or even the cops. I knew of women who did that. False accusations of wrongdoing are rampant on college campuses. Just look at what happened to those poor guys at Duke University. The whole world believed them to be guilty, on the word of a lying stripper. No way was I losing my cool. I planned my revenge. And it would be sweet indeed. When Lorelei came back to my dorm, I put on a smile and greeted her with a.