"Of course," the technician replied as he pulled out his cell phone andshowed Bryan a picture a smiling couple."Wow, that's some change. Who's the pr...tty girl?" That's me." Say what?" Bryan replied, as his mind started to race again."That pretty girl is me. I told you the other guy is a master." What does your boyfriend think about this?" My husband is the other guy in the picture." And he's not upset about his beautiful girlfriend looking like somebalding, middle aged man?" He understands. She'd been furtive when westarted this affair a month ago, self-conscious, aware of otherswatching, but then increasingly open, as if she no longer caredwhat other people in the office thought, not even what her husbandmight think if he knew. Now, at her ease, she was telling me wewere no longer lovers."It's done. It's over."Did she know what pain those words inflicted on me? Was sheavoiding all thought of it? Was it that hard for her to bearthinking about it? It wasn't over! It couldn't. "I love the way your two and four seam fastballs wiggle all the way in. Your sliders are doing exactly what you want, and you're able to vary the height and not throw just at the bottom of the zone. Your curve is working and your changeup is very deceptive. Even your fork and palm balls are working. You're ready. We'll do this again tomorrow, but probably not as much."Jim Hickey had been watching and told me, "Try to rest a little. I want every pitch to be decisive if Joe wants you for. She slowly put the receiver down and her heart skipped a few beats, as she realized it was either she go or disappoint her friend by refusing to go out. Sharon found it almost impossible to sleep that night and then it was Friday.Sharon looked at the clock to see she only had one hour to get ready. Early in the day she arranged for her neighbor Diane to babysit her daughter, as Sharon decided there was no harm in at least having a sociable dinner with her newfound friend. Now it was time to get.