With Bill Bowman's help, I hoped to become a complete pitcher: a marketable baseball commodity. A prospect.Betsy Ellenbergen had resumed her college s...udies at the University of Minnesota, but, somewhat to my surprise, she was present at the University Field House for the majority of our sessions there. The pattern Bill and I settled into was three days a week working out at the field house -- Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays. Betsy was there, still serving as my catcher, on every Saturday and. "I sat back quietly, waiting for the rest of the rant, trying to be a good listener instead of the one spouting off."I think I remember when it happened." She sat back, expression distant. "We hadn't been together long. He'd been with other people before me, I knew that; there was one guy, Karl, who I knew had feelings for him before he got transferred. There was an uproar in the tower, not that I ever heard any details, and after that he was a bit ... needy. He got paranoid about getting. Karrie had always thought it was nasty, but the first time she slept under this roof, she had let him do it. Something about her friend’s home always brought out the nasty in her. Karrie believed if she lived under this roof, she might well be fucking twenty-four hours a day! ‘You made me cum, daddy,’ T’Kea sighed, using her favorite pet name for Arthur. When he was being generous, kind and loving, she loved him like a father, with a touch of kink. A daddy complex had always been part of the. It was only later in the male changing room some guy told me he’d heard that somebody said she had recently received an anonymous envelope of photos of her ordeal, pushed through her mailbox. That must have freaked her out, I should think. I mean, not even mailed, but fucking hand-delivered ! I wonder if there were any fingerprints ? I doubt it, I’m afraid. This perp sounds pretty cute.She was certainly cute. Or had been. In a trouser-suited, all-business kind of way. Expensive haircut, fake.