."call. That was followed by all levels of mileage plan members and firstclass passengers. I was ahead of the curve on this one though, and passedon... loading ahead of a fully booked flight. I didn't want to be sittingthere having every passenger pass by me and wondering about how I rated.I guess I could have just boarded early and stared out the window orsomething, but being next to last on the plane sure seemed an easier wayto get on with this show. When I got to my seat I barely got a look. It's not unheard of.I was hitting .476 on May 1. It might not have been unheard of, but it was pretty damned unusual. Worse than that, I was giving people fits at the plate. Once, in a game against Toronto, their starter was ahead of us, 6-4 in the sixth inning, but he was starting to tire. There were two out and nobody on when it was my turn at bat. I told Paul I was going to finish him."Can't hit a three-run homer with nobody on," Paul said, smiling."Can't hit a homer at all," I said. "But. I gave Sir a blowjob, then gave Madam three clitoral orgasms while Sirrecovered, then wiggled in pleasure as Sir thrust into me deep enoughto bring me bliss. It felt good to get back into our sexual routine,and to see how relaxed they were afterwards.Not for the first time, I wondered whether Sir and Madam were havingsex with each other. I don't know what they did later at night afterI'd gone to bed. My bedroom was far enough away from theirs that Icouldn't hear anything. I hoped they. ” He turned, and announced us. “Honey? Company!”Annmarie appeared, and greeted me, air kisses and all. She turned to Emily, and Andy spoke up. Annmarie, this is Emily. Mark is walking her home.”Annmarie was all sympathy. “Oh, Honey! When did you last brush your hair? Did that awful man drag you into the bushes? Well, did he?”Emily glanced at me, and grinned. “Well, no, he didn’t exactly drag me. Tell the truth, he wined me on pump water, dined me on stale hospital crackers and canned chicken,.