Seema came with a bag of clothes. She was her husband on the floor and blood oozing but she pretended as if she didn’t see anything. I held her hand... and bought her out. On the way back home, she whispered in my ears “Thanks, Shiva”Me: Thanks? But for what?She: For everything. For punching him.Me: So you too wanted to punch him right?She: I would have if I could but he overpowers me and beats me.Me: What! Does he beat you? That son of a bitch.I stopped the bike and turned it again to her house.. I didn't mind and we started playfully flirting. I gave Theresa a hard time about her using me as a rebound. This seemed to entice Theresa's advances more. She moved up beside me in the tub and I put my arm around her. We started kissing. The kissing got intense. I took her glasses off and she got on top of me... straddling my legs. My hands were on her ass and I was running a finger up under her suit. Theresa's hands went down into my trunks. Things were really getting hot. Theresa got off me. " Great, we have a cheer practice this afternoon, then we'll be back here for the night." So I knew I would be spending Saturday night with Kathy and her friend Annie. I had not seen Annie in at least six months. She was the friendliest and prettiest of Kathy's friends, so having no idea how the night might go, I figured it would be interesting.The girls returned just before six. I grilled up some burgers, and we had a very pleasant meal. I did not mind that they kept their cheerleader. Under the current regime, with Paul Warren as field manager, the signs were all there that, maybe, the Birds were back.Boston was up to third again, but they trailed us by eight games and the Yankees by seven. We had less than a month to play in the regular season and the Red Sox were unlikely, to say the least, to overcome that kind of deficit and win the Division. Still, they remained, at least mathematically, in contention for the post-season.Anyway, the Red Sox were always tough. Not for.