It promised to be a boring evening as well, nothing to do as Candy did have a date. I was digging books out of my backpack when I found the petri dis.... There had been some obvious growth so, curious, I dug out my little USB microscope, set it up, and took a look at my culture.At the lowest magnification, it was a small pale pink blob. At the highest, I saw tiny pink spheres, jiggling around, connected to each other by fine hair-like filaments. The little spheres split into two, dividing. " One hundred twenty?" I thought. Oh -- yeah. --He's counting the post-season, right up until last night."I haven't looked it up," Paul continued, "but if they beat us again, it'll be 121 wins, and I'm pretty sure that nobody's ever won 121 games in one season before. I mean, we've only been doing this three-round playoff thing for a few years now. Not too many teams have really had the chance."But, Gentlemen, that's a whole lotta fucking baseball games! They're good -- no mistake!"Well, none. I took my chances knowing I could gone in trouble for it .I jumped over some barrier and run for it .I reached the door in an heartbeat just like some wide receiver from the game .I opened it and got in .Nobody was there .There was another door ahead, I took out a piece of paper and a pencil thinking that I could ask her for an autograph, maybe a selfie and then leave .I knocked on the door, nobody answered so i opened it . It was a huge room with a lot of dress here and there, a couch, a table. He could have sworn he heard moaning coming from the living room where she was sleeping, but thought it was just his imagination. A month went by and things seemed to be going well. They all became close friends as if Jamike and Buchi knew Zoba just as long as each other. Zoba's boyfriend had come up one weekend and stayed with her. That was the only time Jamike and Buchi didn't see her too much. They stayed in her room most the time only coming out to eat or leave. Occasionally they would hear.