But he's a worker. He put forth the time and energy to become a good catcher. Now he's doing the same thing at third. But it never looked that way. Wi...h you, no one will ever think we don't care. All they have to do is see you on the field and that perception changes."It's sort of ironic when you think about it. It took getting a guy from one of baseball's historically bad franchises to teach these guys how to win."The final out in the top of the ninth didn't set off a wild celebration. The. . anks ... Mr. Jenkinson. Thank you very much." Off you go, I know you have something to attend to," the man smiled.There was something familiar about the yacht. He couldn't see the name, though."Ahoy?" Tom?" He saw a figure stand in the cockpit."Chrissie!" He stepped onto the plank and seconds later she was in his arms. "I'm supposed to..." Hush! You were supposed to come and find me. Just a minute, though," she turned and spoke into the saloon. "Jessica, Dave ... Tom's here."Jessica and Dave. But it caused in Bob a fundamental, if unconscious, change in the way he thought about Kendra.For the first time, his unconscious mind thought of her as a woman, rather than a college girl he really wasn't supposed to be messing around with.Bob sat in the stands, like he had done a thousand times before. At least it seemed like it could have been a thousand times. He watched the cheerleaders strut, and jump, and flirt with the crowd, and it was just like it had always been. What this meant .... But Katie seemed so bright and cheerful and innocent - Meg felt reasonably comfortable telling her. Almost like a teenage girl sharing secrets with her best friend."Oooh," purred Katie. "Tell me more."Meg laughed lightly. "Let's just say I've had some fun the last couple of weeks."Katie winked in understanding, and pulled out a dark blue bikini from the rack. "Here's one Meg. This one's got a thong bottom. Kind of like the suit I sold you, but half-price. Shall we see how it looks on you?" Oh.