Steven collapse on his chair. And cried. He didn’t know what was happening. What he was doing. He almost raped Faith, in his mind. Faith walked unea...y out of Steven’s place. She didn’t know if she could make it to her car. But she tried. Felt like her legs would fall apart. She would never walked again. Faith sat in her car for a second then drove away. Steven was confused. And she took advantage of him. In a weak state. She wanted him since forever. Hope that in the future he would wake up. "I passed everything, of course. I was nothing if not a demon for physical fitness. When you're smaller and lighter than everybody else, and still looking for your first home run since seventh grade, you do your best to stay strong and healthy. I'd worked out all through the off season -- not so much to gain strength as to ensure that I maintained my foot speed.I also worked tirelessly on my fielding. Unfortunately, I'm not exactly a Gold Glove candidate at second base. I've got good-enough. .. and ... I can’t believe he’s gone! What a stupid, stupid, wasteful way for his life to end.“I know I was divorcing him and you were divorcing Sally, but ... fuck! After what happened to them, I don’t know what to feel, how to react.”Mike nodded in agreement. “Yeah, I know. It’s a pity we didn’t have some foreknowledge of how it would play out.“All the detective knew was that he was having an affair with Nicki and that other woman up in Doncaster, in Yorkshire, but he hadn’t got any details. You slide on a black tank top and an opened up beige jacket, all atop a knee length skirt. Shorter skirts are certainly cute but you might be arrested if your dick hangs out unfortunately. Brushing down your gentle locks you step on out of your room, bag on your shoulder, and dammit all, it's your mother. She's smiling, she's got a tray in her hands, two items. Toasted poptarts, can of Pepsi. Poptarts, those are okay, make your mouth dry as shit but whatever. Pepsi? What a drink. It's honestly.