"Uh okay, thanks. May I ask you a question?" I inquired timidly."Sure."I gulped hard and began, "Erm, are there other patients like me?The backside ac...ident sort of thing."He shrugged, "Well, I shouldn't be discussing this with you. Butyes, of course. You're not the first and you surely won't be thelast to be involved in such accidents. I'll say in every two tothree months, one or two people will ended up as you were, inone way or other." But, am I the worst case you ever treated?" All right,. Remington is a financial expert.”“Why isn’t he smart enough to resist throwing out personal information in a public setting? He totally disrespected Dad today,” insisted Heather.“Maybe your father hasn’t done anything to gain his respect,” replied Mandy immediately. “Mr. Remington is a take charge sort of man and doesn’t respect people who slack off.”“He seemed to respect Dad when he started for him with his fists clenched. He backed up so fast he fell over the chair. That was funny!”“It wasn’t. His name was "Batman". He didn't get that name for his similarity to the masked crusader but because he wielded a baseball bat with wicked skill to squish anti-labor goons hired by management to bring negotiations to a quick conclusion in their favor. Denise's impressive backside was just the right punctuation for his title project and brought the plight of sex workers to the front of each man's mind including the jowl jawed "Batman"."We are losing 40,000 government union members each and every. Okay, so it didn't take much. Butthat didn't make sense at first. As a child I was quite the littledaredevil, but felt quite certain that I never made the hop between mytwo realities until just recently. I could only guess that when I wasfirst hit in the head with the bean ball that something changed, andthat's when it all really started.When I was young, there was obviously a connection of some sort, butjust that, a connection. The accident on the baseball diamondapparently re-opened that.