"Mother ... how could you ... spying on me?" he accused bitterly. "Guy no! You mustn't think I was spying!" I pleaded, stroking his head. "I had no id...a you were even home yet ... how could I darling?" Well, you've still made me look foolish." he says putting a warm arm on my bare shoulder and murmuring, "anyway I've really missed you.His lips offer me a forgiving kiss and I respond.Guy makes that kiss far deeper than is decent.Suddenly I realise I'm very improperly dressed.Guy closes his eyes. The Tides. They’re the Baltimore Orioles’ Triple-A farm.”“So when will you be back here?” she asked.“I checked the Tides’ schedule, and they’ve got another series with Gwinnett late in August. But not until then.”“What about your things? Your clothes? The car...”“Somebody from the Braves will come by and pick it all up. They’ll have my car keys. If you’ll just show them my stuff, they’ll take care of it.”“I’ll ... I’ll pack for you.”“Thanks, Sarah. Listen, I’ll call Peggy tomorrow morning, late. Suddenly, I feel a lot better."OK, I'll go first," says Jonathan, taking charge. I hear him snap on a pair of latex gloves. He is running his fingers gently across my back as though he is tracing the areas he is going to work on.He helps me to stretch out on the plinth. "How are you feeling about this?" he asks."Good," I say nodding with a smile. "The other girls are jealous." And so they should be, young lady. Your back is just the perfect canvas for this. You ready for some more?"I nod again.. Method one is the ‘let fly and hope’ method: In this method, the rider would simply let it rip downhill and just hoped that they didn’t hit any tight turns or sudden situations they couldn’t handle. As long as the descent was gentle and not too winding, you were golden. This method requires an awful lot of faith and hope. Not something you really want to bet your life, or skin on!The second method was what we called the Sunday driver, or ‘que-tip’ method: You’ve all watched a little old lady in.