"Timmy scrambled up in the chair and hugged her, kissing her on the cheek, then sat back down, waiting for the barber to start with a big smile on his...face. Michelle sat down and the barber started cutting. I think for every lock of hair that fell she shed a tear. I sat down next to Kat, feeling a little guilty, thinking I was the catalyst for this. Kat turned my head toward her, kissed me lightly on the lips before whispering in my ear; "I know you didn't plan this, but I think she is finally. ‘And’? was his reply text. I responded … Susan seemed to take to me and if you’re okay with it Alan, she has suggested we meet again reasonably soon. ‘Sounds like you’re in there mate, she’ll be home soon and I’ll have a chat with her’. As I was getting ready for bed I got two new texts. The first from Alan … ‘You’ve pressed the right buttons Bill, she can’t wait to meet you again’. The second from Susan … ‘It was lovely to meet you at last, you’re a sweet guy Bill, lets meet again SOON’. The. . ."She resumed her work on the treadmill, again bouncing, again grabbing eye contact with me. She became much bolder. I saw it happening, but didn't really believe it. The young girl, never losing gaze with my stunned brown eyes, reached up to the strap of the suit on her right shoulder, and slowly eased it down, letting her young right breast pop free of the material. I started riding harder, hoping maybe that the physical exertion would make my painful boner go away. It wasn't working.The. " What do you have to do tomorrow to even the series?" a man asked."Hit the damned ball," Brock answered. "We didn't hit the ball tonight. It had nothing to do with the weather. It had nothing to do with the lights. It had nothing to do with anything but how well Shinobu pitched and how badly we hit." The Dodgers haven't hit the ball well during the Series," a man said. "What will you do differently tomorrow?" Nothing," Brock answered. "We've won this way all season. We knew we would be facing.