I hit so well there was no way in Hell the Orioles could decide not to take me back to Baltimore with them for the start of the season.Four weeks into...the regular schedule, I was on fire. Still no long ball, but my average was attracting attention all over the league. I filled in at second base on occasion, but mostly I was the designated hitter.Lots of guys manage to keep the average up over .400 in April. It's not unheard of.I was hitting .476 on May 1. It might not have been unheard of, but. ”“Oh, Ok, bye honey! Good luck on your test!” I waved sadly as he left the front door. All the courage I had just worked up to actually go through with my decision and kiss him was wasted. The failure left me a bit dejected, but it made me more determined to make up the mistake in the afternoon. The next two hours were spent cooking breakfast and ushering both my husband and daughter out the door. Usually by the time I had the house to myself again, I would be exhausted. But today, there was. It is the way that I swim to beat on an evil mouth or to strike food to make it go still. It is so strange a thing to do that I almost do not move as he comes nearer, but then I do move. As I move he turns away from me and slows.I do not know what to think of this. I do not know what I speak that would give such deep offense. I wish to think for a time, and I go above to breathe. I am still not sure what I should do when he comes to the surface beside me.“I wish to hear all of your story,” he. I found myself wanting to please him, and wanting to be his instrumentof pleasure, but still I hesitated to let go and embrace that life style. Theold teachings from my childhood of women's conduct started to slowly fade frommy memory, and the desire to accept my new station in life as a slut becomingstronger. "Ok, I'll be there," I found myselfsaying. I no longer felt the desire to question my motives, and the intensedesire to turn control over to Master Phoenix had taken charge. "Good, and.