407 was already an impossible dream. Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the...batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and. But maybe I'll take Lisa with me. Wouldn't it be great if they hooked up? Ken isn't like Toby ... or at least I don't think he is. Now that I think about it he could be and I wouldn't know it. I bet they'd make a nice couple."I can't say. I can't remember ever meeting her brother. I must have seen him. It isn't that big a town and he only lives a block and a half from us. But I have a very narrow circle of acquaintances, due in large part to attending St. Jo's. Or at least I did until two weeks. As she came back and I was staring at her navel this. Fantasizing of licking the buttery navel of her.She handed me the cards and told me to explain the rules. I told her it’s quite a weird game and asked if she was sure of playing.She: Lockdown mein aur kya kare. (What else to do in lockdown?)I told her that one of them has to keep the cards over some body parts, and the other has to pick it using the lips. And the one who picks 3 cards in the least time wins. She laughed and agreed to play.. Through the frame of the doorway, she saw the familiar image of the woman who had become a giant in her mind. How could she ever forget how Colette had so willingly foregone her night of sex Arthur?She was wearing a blue V-neck sweater with no bra underneath, white capri pants, and no shoes or socks on her feet. Sioban was embarrassed at being unable to take her eyes from her hostess’s generous cleavage and how her unslung breasts formed pebble-like bumps of what appeared to be hazelnut size.