Bob went to third. The pitching coach came out and the pitcher actually argued with him. When the coach left, the pitcher was mad and almost stamped h...s foot.He shook off a couple of signs then grinned. I couldn't believe the guy would throw that crazy knuckle ball again. He did and it went to the back stop. Bob scored because the pitcher didn't cover home. Bye, Bye pitcher.The new pitcher threw some good fast balls and one curve that was deceptive. It tailed down hard at the plate. I noticed. Chris and his dad spent an awful half hour under the house, fighting with the spiders, trying to work out what to do, but they didn't know enough to figure anything out. Chris's dad had jumped up and down in the shower to make sure it would be okay for the next week. They needed a plumber badly, and that was the one skill of importance that Lisa hadn't found.The level of interest in the working bee was insane. They'd just had an informal meeting with Lisa about it and agreed that they were. Her curled toes are the only things that kept her shoe from falling."My trap was set so I reached out and said, "Shall we go?"I pulled her to her feet and she ended up two short inches from me. Her nipples were pushing at the front of her bra again and I could see a flush in her cheeks. I complimented her on her appearance, which made her smile. She showed me her white teeth and I detected a gleam in her eyes that was not there before. I ushered her before me and as she led the way I was sure. An', at the same time, we kin make a penny er two fer our own selves." How's that, Mr. Hennessey, sor?"It's kinda complicated. I ain't shore ye wud unnerstand, but I'll give it a try. There's a company buildin' a railroad line 'tween here an' Laredo. One day, it'll make a shit pot full uv money, but, right now, it ain't worth much. I think that our Shamrock Gang kin take it over with only a little money spent an' we can sell it later fer a pretty penny." Yessor, Mr. Hennessey, sor, I follows.