"Remember, we had to boot you out of the club when you started fondling baseballs all the time, mister big man on campus."Chet wasn't an exceptional a...hlete overall, but he'd been blessed with a superior arm ever since Little League. He didn't play much when he wasn't pitching, but was a terror on the mound when he did. He'd only gone out for football that year because of peer pressure from the cheerleader / jock crowd he'd found himself in while dating Lori."The physics of pitching is serious. He nodded and grinned even more as he got his view, but after thirty seconds, I cut him off.He didn't seem disappointed, but then he grabbed his drink and downed it before he got off his seat. He reached for his wallet and grabbed some cash. He dropped it on the bar while still keeping his eyes on me. Although, then he turned away and began strolling."Can I get you another?" the bartender asked."No," I answered, reaching into my purse.I pulled out some cash as well, dropped it for the drinks. I. .? What’s going ‘ere then?’ You never know who’s watching you, eh? Anyway, Melanie might take an extra fancy to me in the kinky lycra, because it shows the old bollocks off if nothing else. There we go… cheering myself up already. It don’t take me long. I got round to Melanie’s on the far side of town, the nice part, in about twenty minutes. I had a quick gander before I went up the drive, just to make sure there were no curtains shifting shiftily in the neighbours’ windows. The coast was clear. I dialed my sectary and told her to call off the meeting and I would see her on Monday. I also told her to let the staff know that anyone was free to go home when their work was done, on their own judgment. I had done this before and had confidence that no one would leave with anything important unresolved. I put my phone away and looked at Heather. “I’m yours for the duration,” I said. “Duration of what?” she asked, with a grin on her face. “The duration of the day, of course, what.