Hitting .407 was already an impossible dream. Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. S...ill, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to. He'd stuffed a bra and had on matchingpanties, garter and stockings, my clingy little black dress and heels.After the initial shock, I had to admit that he looked pretty hot. He'dobviously been practicing the walk and the wiggle. He even had a lowsultry voice that he used when he introduced ?Roxanne'. After that we started buying clothes, lingerie and other accessories justfor her. She still wore mine of course (she liked the smell of my sex)but it was nice for her to have some of her own. Our. “Keep it,” she agrees, ending her attack with the Middle East. “Poobah of Madagascar, I crown you,” bending over the board to square up her armies, my view, my reward.“Perv,” she unfairly accuses me, since I’m quite normal, but for my benefit again leaning yet my way to rearrange her forces.We trade a few countries not worth defending before we begin to again mass forces, and this time, I’m going to end up the stronger.“Cheater!” she points out. “You can’t roll three dice with just three. Their sexual partners continued to be their close friends and Dan’s extended family.Returning to high school they were more popular than ever but now had final exams to write. Brad credited Abby with keeping him focused on his studies that came naturally to her and they graduated into grade twelve.The top twenty-four gathered in Toronto occupying the same floor of the upscale, downtown Sheridan Hotel. This season, the two dozen finalists were not evenly split between male and female.