As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Y...nkees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and look at his whole line, of course. The bastard had hit 17 homers and knocked in. A hugemistake. She had set it up so that I would remain in her body, with thespell intact, until I heard the cry of my newborn baby. That madesense, assuming that the baby was well. Unfortunately, she didn't thinkabout what would happen if the baby wasn't born. I hugged Jessica more tightly as I realized what this meant. Oh God!Normally, it would have meant that I would have had to get pregnantagain and carry the baby to term. Not a big deal, it just would havebeen a little bit longer. I met Bernie about six years ago, we got married after two. His name was a little weird, but he was sweet, pretty good looking and I have to say he waited on me hand and foot. We met at a friend’s baby shower. He was the only single guy there. We played all sorts of games to prove how poorly suited most guys are to deal with a newborn. But Bernie impressed me when he took most of the prizes. We started talking and one thing led to another until we started dating. He was very slow to warm up. ..taking steps to ensure thathe will remain as such." You mrrrhphlgggrldrg...!" Charlene squinted her eyes shut angrily."Brrglggphwymmquyggr...!"Agatha had a smile on her face as she shook her head. She then wrappedan arm around Charlene's shoulders."Let's go in, hmm?" Agatha offered, leading her through the black-tinteddoors of the Gentlemen's Club. "I'll buy you a drink."Charlene's body seemed to be on auto-pilot as she walked in alongsidethe dark-haired woman. She felt compelled to follow.