Or of the mention of poker. Or of any private party she’d ever had at the Rio—there’d been a few. She still cursed herself for being so stupid, ...or letting him get away because of unnecessary jealousy. The Englishman had gone into monk-like seclusion in London over the past few months, but he’d be back for the Final Table. Was that why she was still here? Was that why she was still working for Big Eddie? For some silly-girl dream of making up with her knight in shining armour? To be rescued. Next day it was as usual, in the night again I messaged her asking about dinner and all then later called she was bit emotional and started telling one by one of her house matters and I was just listening to her, then as yesterday she said she wants to sleep and said bye, like this daily we used to talk till 1 am and share our feelings, in this time she became close enough to me, I thought that it had been over a week I started talking and now she is also close enough to me and I must move. Turning my skin blue in an instant.Standing before me was the Grim Reaper holding her sickle behind her.The hood on her tunic like garment revealed only a pair of beautiful full lips. It barely covered her breasts as it flowed down her firm torso to the floor.Taking the sickle in her right hand, she tapped the floor with it and there was no sound to be heard. Though it still reverberated throughout the house.Moving closer to see me better she said, "I have come to tell you that for you love is. She lost her scholarship but not her love of sports, especially softball. Her injury prohibits her from playing at the collegiate level but not the local league level and she wanted me to sponsor a team for her to play on. I was to be the honorary coach of the Spedman Movers team in the local woman's under thirty-five softball league.I said yes without consulting Ann, mainly because she had been on me to advertise in places other than the yellow pages. Ann of course was livid and forbade me to.