Mama needs a refill." The blonde scooted off the bed, but helped Cat nestle her head against the pink pillow and continue sleeeping, despite losing he... flesh binkie. She pulled down her shirt before reaching the doorway.The former couple exited the bedroom and Freddie stopped at the restroom while Sam continued to head to the kitchen. They returned from taking care of their business a few minutes later and they met just before reaching the bedroom.Freddie softly smiled and hesitantly asked. I told Paul I was going to finish him."Can't hit a three-run homer with nobody on," Paul said, smiling."Can't hit a homer at all," I said. "But I'm going to finish him, anyway."I started fouling off pitches, deliberately. The count on me was no balls, two strikes, and it stayed that way for 14 more pitches -- every one of them a souvenir for the fans along the first and third base lines. On pitch number 17, which would have been a ball, outside and low -- I singled over the second baseman.As I. As he saw J.J. though I saw something come alive in him and I rememberedhow I had felt when Darren had brought his own girlfriends to the housebefore he had moved out. I guess I had eyed them up and down with asmuch enthusiasm too. Now though, I felt a little resentful of the littlebugger.J.J. followed me upstairs. I don't know what it was about the house, but I knew immediately thatthings were different to what I had known before. I can't estimate howmuch effect my presence had contributed to. I tried something that usually brightened up a tired mind, say when I was grading paper after paper. I tried to go through the family tree of the Saxon House of Wessex, I got as far as Cynegils King of Wessex, but for the life of me I couldn’t go further. I tried, but it was all blank until Alfred the Great some two hundred odd years later. That bothered me. Usually the rote recital got me going. Come on, I told myself, you’re a history teacher and that is the era your doctoral thesis was on..