He just signaled to Culbertson to get a bat. "Go see the trainer," he told me.Culbertson inherited my 2-1 count and, I heard later, he hit a long ball...deep to center that went farther than any ball I'd ever hit in my life. Unfortunately, center field in Yankee Stadium is as big as all outdoors, and Culbertson's clout was just a long out. We lost the game and left town, still tied with the Yankees.Just like Joe DiMaggio's, my streak had ended at 56 games. Maybe I could get a contract for a TV. I'd be kicked out the door and the next step would be a call to a lawyer.These opposing thoughts bounced back and forth in my brain as I continued to run. I had left Sarah abruptly after our encounter, saying I needed to get some exercise. I still had a mental image of her lying nude on the couch with a bit of cum still dripping from her mouth!It was about five o'clock now as I walked up the sidewalk to our house. I was feeling refreshed from the run but also a bit nervous to be around my. .. were sorry... and missed... Leah... and... Jerry... and I tried... to be strong... but then there... were all those... posters... all over the... place..." What posters?" Freddie asked. Then it hit him, and it hit him as hard as it had hit his sister. Valentines Day. It was only a few days away, and it was their first Valentines Day without Jerry and Leah. They both lay on her bed, crying their hearts out, holding each other tightly until they cried themselves to sleep.Their mother tried to. I guess I was afraid she'd change her mind.Patrice began planning our strategy. It was a little weird how she suddenly seemed so detached from the guy who held her heart just a few days ago, the guy she had willingly surrendered her virginity to only a few months before."I'll write him and tell him that it is just not working out for us. I'll let him off the hook so he will feel free to pursue you." Do you think that will work?" I asked, hopefully. I wanted Tim so desperately that I was.