And hopefully you can show me some more of your awesome sashaying along the way." Oh, poo!" Susan protested. "You meanie!" But she was secretly deligh...ted, since that was about as much fun as she could have without touching. Actually, her delight wasn't very secret since she couldn't stop smiling.He added, "Oh and before you do, please put on some bouncy music."She thought happily, You want bouncy? I'll show you bouncy! My big tits are gonna bounce a couple inches from your face!Chapter 2Susan. .." she gasped, and then stopped as she realized I was joking.There was a wry smile on her face as she stepped closer to set my glass down on the counter by me, and then turned to caress my jaw."I'm going to have serious doubts if you think I'll tolerate that kind of humor before my first cup of coffee," she said.Her husband cleared his throat. "Um, you're considering an arrangement?" he asked."It's what we've talked about," she said plainly as she turned towards him. She sounded hopeful as she. I had spent the whole off season working on my control, and it had paid off. My second start against the Phillies, the game went a lot better. I struck out seven and pitched a complete game. My first and last complete game shutout. I was confident in my abilities and was sure that I'd have a long career as a pitcher for the Doves. Hell, I struck out Sherry Magee twice and he hit .331 that year. The fans gave me a standing ovation when I left the field, and the papers said that I was destined. Faraday scoffed at my presence but she was competent. I almost regretted stepping on her toes. Camberley wanted me racking up more billables on the Highfield deals but that was a dead end. I wanted a win. And to the victor goes the spoils. I wanted in that mansion.The teenager bothered me. I had put together a pretty comprehensive list of the Ishmael Rawlins one night stands from the last six or seven years. The girl in the photos matched none of my leads. She confirmed something though..