Bell changed topics on me, "So, let's talk about minor league baseball. What do you know about the sport? What makes you think you can own and operate...a team? Where did you get the idea, and why did you propose we do it together?"Uh-huh. I knew I had to take his questions in order. It was part of how he schooled me. I drew a deep breath and said, "I LOVE baseball, but things have been in such a tumult, I haven't had time to enjoy it since before I met you. I loved playing baseball back home,. How has my little bitch been today? Being good I hope?" I question. "I haven't been with anyone else. You told me not to masturbate so I haven't. I need you before I explode. Please Zoe I want you so bad." She begs again. "Fine usual time, my place, be prepared for some pain. I am feeling in an awful good mood today." I smile as I tell her. I smell of sweat and stale urine but I do not wash. Sam comes over around 7:00p.m. with a satisfied but pleading look on her face. Wearing a thin see. Amy: What now?Me: don’t worry princess, you don’t have to do anything. We can lose this match, it doesn’t matter.Amy: But those prizes. After all we have done…Me: I know honey. But we should’ve expected this. Don’t take it out on yourself.I was about to tell her about Koko which the bartender told me about. But time started. Before I could open my mouth, Amy lifted her hands in the air and closed her eyes.Amy: Just be quick, daddy!Oh my fucking god! I can’t believe this is happening. I could. We were going to take the prints of the rental space as a guide and buy the office furniture. The advertisement for the office store said they had everything in their show room, including counters.I called Vicky to see how the night went after we finished breakfast. To my surprise Vicky said that Ching Lee had only been up once in the night and that was to ice her hands and get more Tylenol for pain. She handed the phone to Ching Lee. I asked how she felt.Ching Lee replied, "I am OK, just sore.