Don't forget to check the mail. Bye." Bye," Lynn responded and hung up the phone. Her passion had cooled a little as she talked, and now curiosity was...warring with arousal within her. She'd picked up something in Lee's voice, and that combined with the curiosity to cause her to sit up.Throwing on a top and a pair of shorts, she walked out to the mailbox. When she opened it, she found a package amongst the bills and junk mail. Upon seeing the return address on the plain, brown box, she hurried. Ektu moja korte laglam jui’er sathe, dekhlam se kichu mind korche na, tai aste aste abar dube jabar bhan kore hatrate hatrate or buk duto chepe dhorlam. Uffffffffffffffffff, ki odbhut norom. Hoito karo haat pore ni ekhono. Nipple guli’o feel korlam. Jui taratari amar komor dhore fello r onno haat’e amar haat ta or buk’er opor theke soriye dilo. Amra dui jon’e ektu lojja peye chup kore gelam. Ami’e suru korlam prothom katha ta, sorry bole. Jui aro besi lojja peye onno dike mukh firiye nilo r. Some days it was hard for me to believe that I had ever been a guy.Being Cindy Patton had just become so normal. When I looked at Jerry, itwas almost impossible to remember the days when we were fraternitybrothers and I had known him as Randy. And Steve and Carl had been Mikeand Michelle so long that some days, it was hard for me to remember whattheir names had been when we were all in college together. There weretimes when I almost forgot that I hadn't actually given birth to them.And speaking. I shouldn't have had to be told that.I walked twice and got a hit -- a single over second.When I got home, there were no messages on my machine, and I didn't call Sandy. I knew she'd show up again without being asked.She did. She made it to all six games closing out our home stand. And I got at least one hit in every game. I now had a modest, seven-game hitting streak going, and my average was back to .377 for the season.We were leaving the next morning for a four-game series in Boston. Our.