But I'm sure he had your best interest at heart. You have to know that... don't you?" Yeah," he replied reluctantly after a long pause. "I know I'm pr...bably not all that rational about it. I just miss my dad, you know? Don't get me wrong, I love Raul. But baseball is such a big part of my memories of Dad. That was our main thing together."Collette moved closer to him and draped an arm over his shoulders."Hey... I can't imagine what it would be like to lose my mom or my dad, the way you and. You hear the door open and Jack speaking."What seems to be the problem officer?" We've had some complaints, may I come in?" The cop sounds female, and you can hear a Hispanic accent in her voice. You put down your guitar and head out into the hall, giving you a narrow view of the living room. The cop is shorter than you'd thought she'd be. Underneath her hat, she has long red hair that falls around her chest and her back. It is unpinned and unrestrained. She is wearing a short, skimpy skirt, a. The three of us have been close for the best part of ten years, so as you can imagine there wasn't a lot of talk that wasn't on the table. And of course the chat started having sexual innuendos to them. As the night wore on and the booze flowed we started getting a little bored of watching TV so we decide to play a few hands of poker.The first few hands were fun but in our tipsy state the sexual jokes were getting more and more and you could feel how the direction of the night was going. I. His eyes drifted to the side, and to his horror, he saw the microwave oven in total disarray. Memories of the few minutes before the explosion came flooding back to him. His eyes drifted from the microwave oven to the kitchen wall clock. According to the clock he had been out for about thirty-five minutes or so. He felt funny, kind of tingly all over. Groaning slightly he rolled over on his stomach, and froze despite the fact that he had intended to pick himself up off of the ground. His eyes.