She wasn't wearing any shoes or socks, her face was a light shade of red and today her hair was a bit mussed up and was combed out and cascading down ...nd across the right side of her face and down her shoulders, like those movie stars from the thirties."Hi Mrs. Henderson. I have another package for you, just sign right here." Why thank you," She looked at his name tag, 'Richard'." She signed his handheld UPS package-tracking modem and handed the stylus back to him."Say, is there any chance that. A ballplayer's life can be a grind, but sleeping late mornings is one of the little compensatory features. I knew I ought to go in and work out, but I didn't absolutely have to. I had no official accountability to anyone until4 p.m.I hoped that I'd see Patti at the game that night, but she didn't show, and she didn't call me, either. I left a message on her home phone that afternoon -- before she could be expected to be home from work -- but it went unacknowledged.I hoped that I hadn't. He put the tray away for another time. Allhe needed to do now was to fill her cup and bring it to her - when shewoke up! Whenever that would be.So what was he supposed to do with himself now? The coffee was almostready. He was ready. But she wasn't. He thought about sitting down,but with his diaper getting wetter and wetter, what if he leaked? Thatwouldn't exactly be good for the furniture. But what if... He pulledthe tray off of his highchair and climbed up into it, enjoying theluxury. Best if you don’t. Things will work out in the end. Seems like they always have, anyway.’ I loved the feel of her slender thigh in my hand. Just above her knee, I could almost span it with my fingers. ‘I’m just glad you won’t be going back to work for the little pervert. I mean, I take it you’re not, right?’ She stroked my hair. ‘That’s one thing I do know for sure, baby. And you can’t imagine what a relief it is to be able to say that.’ She reflected for a moment, gazing into the distance. ‘I.