And that wasn’t even the worst of it.” Her face had caught the panic her eyes were dishing out. “The worst of it…” Her eyes went dark and di...tant. “…that was when he had his climax.” She had a better sob story than most, and Moe wasn’t immune, but he still had business to take care of. “I imagine you’ll want me out of here as quick as possible, doll. So you’d better start chatting.” Lily Mae’s flowery smell had faded. Fear had raised her hackles a lot more than the sex. She was edgy and spoke. But sadly this never happened. Things started to change recently however. Jess had turned 18 and graduated high school. We all were expecting her to move on to college but fate had other plans. Jess had called and told us she was pregnant. No going to college now. To make things worse, life at her mom’s was getting tough. Too many people in a small house, and not very respecting of her. My wife offered her sister to come stay with us for awhile so she could have the baby and get back onto her. Michael nearly dropped the marshmallows as he caught the jar. He turned the jar over in his hand until he found the label. “Chocolate sauce?” He frowned, “What gives?” Michael looked up at Fiona and saw that she was stripping out of her clothes. He was only getting more confused. “Is this the surprise?” She giggled as she slipped out of her panties and sat down on one of the sleeping bags, “Think of it as a prelude to the surprise...” She opened the box of graham crackers as she told Michael to. Just as my hand clamped the canvas bag, the third baseman's glove slapped down on top of it."Safe!" yelled the umpire who'd run up behind me. I held my other hand in the air and he added, "Time!"I stood and dusted myself off for the third time."I guess the memory is really the first thing to go," the coach said from his box.I shrugged."I don't even remember giving the signs for bunt or steal."I grinned. "Seemed like a good idea at the time."I looked at the pitcher, who seemed frustrated. I.