We will walk out of here. I will guide you," he told her."Yes, Master," she whispered with tears still flowing down her cheeks.She took his hand and c...osed her eyes, as she was instructed. They slowly walked toward the wall. She was expecting to walk into the wall, as it was only a few feet from where they had started in the middle of the room. Instead she suddenly felt like she was falling, as from a great height. She tried to scream, but there was no sound. The feeling repeated twice more,. I was playing with my friends and some of my friends hit the ball at her house.The ball hit the glass window and went inside her house. They convinced me to get the ball. I went to her house and rang the bell. There she was, the bombshell figure opened the door. I enquired about the ball and said sorry to her.She said ok and let me come inside. She said that she doesn’t know where the ball went. I said that the ball is under the sofa. She bent,and took the ball. Oh my god! While she bent I saw. So we talked about the little league kids, and my work with the inner city kids, and the Orioles, and the hospital, and all the little things people talk about. She was fascinated by the traveling life of a professional athlete, and had lots of questions about life on the road. I explained that it was, indeed, a grind, but at the big-league level, the clubs did all they could to make us comfortable. Some of the ballplayers with families, I confided, actually loved the life -- not because they. " I'll tell you what, Gretchen; if I get that invitation right from Randall, I'll come. Is that OK?" Bet he'll call within the hour."It was much less than an hour. Randall even had air, hotel, and rental car reservations all arranged when he called.Gretchen met Gordy at the rental car counter Saturday afternoon. He had taken Monday off in order to extend his visit and spend time in the offices, meeting old friends and finding out how things were going."I took a cab out here," Gretchen said.