I had to get the key at the other end of the corridor before I could even consider an end to my predicament.I'm not sure, but I think I might have pee... a bit on the floor, but that could also just have been my love juices escaping.I freely admit that I panicked and went charging down the main corridor as fast as I dared waddle for fear of falling. Never mind if anyone could see me when they dropped of books. Who cared anymore? I simply had to get untied and un-handcuffed as fast as possible. I. You're probably already officially eligible to play. But you won't. So relax. Sit in the bullpen. Talk to the guys. Listen to Clint. Do whatever Clint says. He may want you to throw a little, during the game. It won't mean anything -- your getting up to throw. Our starter will already know about it, and he won't get antsy." Clint will teach me the signals?"Ortega laughed. "What signals? Did you acquire you a curve ball, overnight? Learned to throw a change-up? You got one signal, kid, for now. So slowly we started getting to close to each other , hanging out , enjoying and we became best friends . I never had wrong intentions towards her except for my love for her .After few days as I woke up I saw 22 missed calls from her and a text saying – “meet me , I am dying” . I lied to my parents and went running to her home , rang the bell , she came out running ,opened the door and hugged me tightly while there were tears in her eyes . I got worried , we went in her mother offered me water. The least I can do. Hey, that girl is a slave driver. I haven’t worked this hard in a long time, Culburn.” All smiles.“Here I am.” She was back on the pot, door wide open.“I had to take another pee, but the door is open. Tommy took a leak as well. And I watched him. It’s my right!”“I’ll be back---with the grub.”“Culburn, give my Jeep a try. You’ll love it. The keys are on the kitchen table.” Tommy ducked back under the bed.“Thanks, Tommy. I will indeed.”I’d always wanted to drive one of those.