What a body this girl had to play with, was the only thought coursing through his mind at the moment.Lee gave Cara a warm, friendly smile and nodded i... acknowledgment. He looked her up and down with a shallow, concerned sigh. “You don’t feel good, young lady? We’ll have to see if we can get a diagnosis, you sound like you may have a cold! We need to begin with a test of your saliva production. Now…”She smiled brightly listening to him speak. She had become slightly bashful when she looked. And it all ours, my mates," I said as I led them into the kitchen.I watched as Sarla went to the crock pots and checked the food. She was sniffing the open container when the rest of the girls went over, and they started talking."What is this?" Sinara asked as she started to dip her finger in it."Stop! Don't touch it with your fingers unless you have washed them," I said as I felt a shudder go down my spine as I thought of all the germs on them."What? Why?" she asked."Your hands are dirty. You. He offered no resistance."You were hitting the ball OK, there," Sandy observed."Yeah. And, and that's real meaningful, because our batting-practice pitcher is wingin' 'em in there something fierce! He's deceptive! And he must be throwing, oh, at least 70 miles an hour!" Sarcasm isn't your strong suit," Sandy said."What am I gonna do, Sandy?" You're going to punt. For just this one game. If Paul Warren's as bright as I think he is, he won't call on you, even to pinch-hit. Not tonight." Then. She never had coffee so her mind flew to an immediate emergency, until she sat up and realized she wasn’t at home. Lauren lifted the sheet she was under and looked down. Promptly pulling the sheet against her, a flush grew over her and Lauren stared at the ceiling for a moment trying to figure out what to do. With a quick glance at the door, she grabbed her t-shirt and found her underwear and her pants and pulled them on. She ran a hand through her hair wishing her hair were shorter. Lauren.