.”, he replied quickly and nervously, at a complete loss of words.“Kya aap..aap abhi mere baare mein soch rahe the?”, I asked him. I was surpris...d I was even asking him this. I should have been abusing and scolding the shit out of him. What was wrong with me?!“Ma’am, vo..vo..”, he quivered for some time, and then finally, sensing that I probably wasn’t really mad at him, he replied, “Haan..haan ma’am.”I smiled back at him. “Abhi aapko sochne ki zarurat nahi. Mai hu yaha, aapke liye”, saying. You are still the honcho.'Now she smiled and nodded, 'Remember it buster. And leave my girls alone.' I had gotten the message loud and clear. The Big Dyke was still running the place and I had better not forget it.After dinner, Nancy Gonzalez sidled up to me. "So, did you use your smoking techniques on Grace? How the hell did you pull that off? Is she giving away cigarettes after school too?" Nancy. I have no idea what you could be saying. I am completely at a loss. Somebody is giving away. “What?”“I was trying to feel it rubbing. Damn it. I hate you.” She said and stood up.“I’m sorry.”“You aren’t sorry enough. If you are going to be my prisoner you have to learn to do what I want, not just shoot off whenever you feel like it.” “I couldn’t help it! I…”“You need to get laid, like for real.” She said.“Oh god, I would…any time you like.”“Not with me! I wouldn’t fuck your stupid ass if you were the last guy on earth.” Missy spat. She walked out of the room.“Hey wait! Untie me!”. She had shown me, many times over, that she knew the game, and had intelligent things to say about the action on the field.I knew she appreciated my comment. "And I think you are a very unusual ballplayer," she said."Yes. I'm a one-week wonder: 'Freddie Brumbelow, Pinch-Runner to the Stars.'"The interview went extremely well. Josie Fitzgerald, I think, was delighted to be afforded an opportunity to avoid the fluff and get right down there into the nitty-gritty. For my part, I didn't have to.