Lunch time and he has come out of the office and is stood in the open doorway. As you are passing he shouts out, “Hey you come here.” You walk up...to him and say, “Yes sir can I help you?” He gives you some money and says, “Here get me a bacon sandwich and a cup of coffee. Be quick I haven’t much time.” You take the money and go to fetch him what he requested. On your return, you knock on the door with your hands laden with his items. He shouts out, “Come in.” You open the door and walk in;. I didn't get too many chances to converse with Surhoff, he being stationed in the dugout and concerned with our offense, while I sat in my little corner of the bullpen for days on end, waiting for disaster to strike, so I could pitch.But I struck up a conversation with him that night. Ballplayers -- even callow rookies like me -- don't say such things out loud to other ballplayers, but Surhoff had been one of my childhood heroes. It was great to find out that B.J. was a friendly, outgoing guy. “And there is something I'd like you to do for me.” Will placed his spoon back in his cereal bowl. “Of course, Liza. What is it?” “Well, I know what an eager slut you are. And you please me very much. But as you know, I like to push your boundaries. I realize this is something you're on the fence about, but it isn't a hard limit, and well...it is my birthday.” He looked at me curiously. “Okay. What exactly is it?” I set my coffee cup down and looked him in the eye. “We both love it when I fuck. I don’t know the hierarchy at the company very well, but I remember her speaking of him as if he were practically running the company himself. It all seemed to fit together after the fact, but, although I had suspicions, I really hadn’t seen it coming. Five months earlier, she had impulsively bought one of those video cameras that allows you to quickly upload the files to the Internet. When I asked her what she wanted one for, she mumbled something about wanting to capture videos of our dog,.