Karen just stood there for a moment, an awkward man using a torn woman'snightie to cover his junk. Finally she gained the composure to talk."Ben, I kn...w this is insane, but, I...I'm your wife. I'm Karen." Bullshit," Ben said tersely, as though he was spitting the word out."Who the fuck are you, and where is my wife?"Karen was beginning to feel tears forming in her eyes again. "I have noidea how, but I woke up this morning looking like this. Please, put thegun down, we can try to sort this out. Her parents? Is this why she is so acceptable to what Donald suggests? It is all so incredible. But then realizing what her mother’s last line said, she goes back and counts the one-hundred-dollar bills again. She calculates in her mind.Though her parents had been married almost fifty years, besides the year she was pregnant with her, and the almost six years of being sick, during which she did not think any of that would have been happening, her mother earned at least one, if not two. She heard Mark gasp, and felt him tense.She heard Ma say, "He is a big boy, isn't he?" and Mark's pain-saving, but tearful, response, "Yes, Ma, he is a big boy."She guessed Patrick had pulled down his jeans.Helen remembered what she had seen yesterday afternoon. Pat's huge, thick, rope-veined cock dribbling as he advanced towards Katrina, his hairy belly swelling above and an equally hairy ball-bag swinging below. She had watched, helpless, as he had buried his cock deep in her step-daughter's. I thought you were going to give some hits away when your fastballs started coming up, but you adjusted and finished them off. Totally awesome, Matt."I didn't make it to the dugout before I had to talk to Todd Kalas, the TV sports announcer. I had just told him that I was lucky when a real cream pie landed on my face with Escobar smearing it around to make sure my face was covered. Price came out with a towel while I tried to coherently answer the sportscaster.I stopped to receive.