I'll be right down."How about that? My personal workout partner was always ready to work with me.We were doing our gym regimen when we were joined by ...Loney and Myers. They followed me to the cages and we four were soon hitting everything the machines could throw us at the max speed and we kept changing the heights of pitches so we could feel comfortable swinging at all levels.Scott and I went to the bullpen to loosen up and throw my pitches when we were done. Every pitch felt good right through. She had the car washed and serviced. The mall became her refuge but that to was a lonely place with no one to share her finds with.Dave called a couple of times but most of their conversations were about his new job.He seemed happy and she hid her loneliness from him.She called her children but they were always busy and had little time to chat.She was feeling more and more alone and depressed as time wore on.One evening as Carole was trying to shake the black cloud over her head she sat down at. I invited her in. She must have had another drink or two because the odor was pretty strong. I asked why she wasn't in her room, and she said, "You were so nice to me, I had to do something nice for you. Can I at least thank you with a drink?"Now, I'm not a drinker. Maybe a glass of wine with dinner. Out of courtesy, I said, "Sure - as long as you're buying, I'm pouring!" I placed her "bar" on the wet bar in my suite and invited her to sit. Assuming she'd go to the sofa or chair, I was taken. It was during those five days that I heard that Probert was even deeper shit than me. He had been charged with causing an affray, possessing an offensive weapon, and even more heinous, being under the influence of drugs. Whatever happened to me would be nothing compared to the punishment he would receive; several years in the glass house (military prison) and then a dishonourable discharge from the army, with no pension or references. I also heard at this time that Ffion had been released from.