We knew we would have to play solid defense. Tonight, I committed a mistake and it cost us the game. Tomorrow, that is the only thing I hope is differ...nt."Brock took a seat after his shower."Don't let it bother you," Al advised. "We've all been there." Really?" Brock asked facetiously. "So, tell me, when was the last time you cost your team a game in the World Series?" Tonight," Al answered instantly. "I was 0-for-4 with two strikeouts. I was the DH. I'm supposed to hit. I didn't hit. My. I know she told Al about us. For the next few weeks, she would come to the coffee house by herself. After my show, she would drive me home. She would go in, and we would talk about music for a while. We would kiss. Rosalie liked kissing more than most men or women I had known. She taught me things I didn't know about building passion just by kisses. I would touch her breast after a few kisses, but she would very gently take my hand away. |"Not yet.." in a whisper.Since I knew and she knew that. Nice", says Donna."Thanks. Ready to lose now?", Linda asks."Nope. I'm ready to win", says Carrie.This time, Donna and Carrie flip heads, while Linda flips tails."I lost again?!" Yep! What'll it be now?", asks Donna.Linda unfastens and removes her black pants, showing her black panties along with the white bra."Damn! Nice bod, Linda!", says Donna."Now let's see you all, too", retorts Linda.On the next turn, Donna flips tails, while Carrie and Linda flip tails."Nice! Somebody else gets to strip",. "A door flies open, the handle banging loudly against the wall. I turn tosee Dave Compton, clad in a pair of stained white overalls, climb insidehis van. The engine growls into action, slicing through the torpid Sundaymorning air.Kerrie emerges from the house. Hands on hips, she watches the vehicle rolldown the drive and swing right into Woodford Road. Even from this distanceI can tell how angry she is.It looks like today's voyage might not be such plain sailing after all.*At the corner of.