As I walked down State, I was still impressed with what the locals called Fun House Street. Those angled mirror-like windows.Suddenly John Wesley Harm...n stepped out of a storefront doorway about 15 feet in front of me, raising his pistol.As always, time slowed down; I saw everything in an instant of clarity. Knew without thinking the two things I had to do as I drew iron.I gripped my scattergun just below the trigger guard and reflexively thumbed one hammer back. I whipped it backwards and. I pressed. Slowly the rosette enlarged under the pressure of my cock, then began to open. In this moment Nelly made suddenly a back-movement and my cock penetrated deep in her ars till to my very balls.Nelly gave a cry, a mighty groan, then was silent. After a long, long time, as it seems to me, she said breathless: “Good God, what a feeling, how wonderful. I feel stuffed till my mouth. Come on, darling, try to move in me.” I did, carefully and slowly first, but after a short time, I fucked her. There were only seven guys -- in the entire history of major league baseball -- who'd had consecutive game streaks longer than mine and Tommy's.We were in Toronto for one more game when I hit the 37-game mark, and two days later, on September 2 in Boston, I tied Paul Molitor for seventh place, all-time, on the list.The Boston fans weren't invested in the consecutive game record so much, but they were somewhat stirred up by the fact that I was still hitting .411 on the season, and threatening. They were communal too, so what one felt, they tended to all feel, even if they generally didn’t talk about it. Tonight, the crew had been washing back and forth from tears to laughter for hours. Twice fights had broken out and been broken up by others. Both times, the combatants had ended up in each other’s arms laughing and sobbing a short while later. That’s the way it was with a crew. Friendships happened fast, and held strong, and when people moved on those bonds faded just as quickly in.