“YES, YOU HAVE Charlie!”“Who, when?”“Today! CINDY. That explains it!” she said incredulously.“I don’t understand? What do you mean?”...ad was intrigued, “Linda, why don’t you tell me; my boys can both be a little dense at times.” He was smirking at me.Linda explained how ever since this morning everyone kept saying Cindy was an entirely different person after our meeting. Dad then had me tell him the WHOLE story word for word.When I finished, he was beaming, “I know you didn’t realize it or do it. We stayed in bottom-of-the-barrel motels, two men to a room, $38 a pop -- special group rate. When we weren't on the ball field, there was nothing to do but watch television or drink beer -- or, if you were really feeling festive -- both.But we came home with filthy road uniforms, one more kid who had just lost his virginity a thousand miles from his home state of Wyoming, and seven more wins.The Baby Birds were in first place!My road dispatches to the Orioles brass in Baltimore were more. 'Lena, stop. I'm yours but I am also here to help you. I want you to know that you're not a slut. Well, you're my slut,' he smiled and carried on. 'But never think that it's okay for anyone else to treat you like that.' She was panting. She nodded slowly and leant forward to gently kiss his lips, almost in a thank you. They started again, a blank slate, but taking things slowly. She wanted him to touch every muscle of her body, almost as if counting them. His hands trailed up her arm, grazed. The room was a mass of flowers and she was sure there had been some sort of mistake. Her eyes alighted on the bedside table, and saw an envelope addressed to 'Jane'. She opened it, and took out the single sheet of hotel writing paper and read:"Dearest Jane, I can't wait until you're in my arms again, to hold you, to kiss you! Can you meet me tonight? Love, Mike."As she read it a shiver ran down her spine, and she closed her eyes as she remembered the two of them together last night. Just then.