She came and sat near me. I caressed her cheek kissed her forehead. She blushed. Dimples formed when she smiled. She was dark but stunningly beautiful.... A jet black hair was up to her hips which had the best curves and her tummy was flat.She was slim and was wearing a frock and a blouse. I took her and made her sit on my lap. I held her waist, it was a handful and traced my fingers over her tummy. She let out a gasp and held my shoulders and her stomach was moving inwards wherever my finger. It’s not a scripted piece. They want to bring in four models who’ve never played the game before, teach them enough to play for a while, then reveal that the guy they’ve been playing with is a billionaire.The whole thing is to raise money for charity, but they’re paying at the high end of your day rate.”“So, wait. This will be an actual billionaire? Someone they won’t recognize right away?” Hall wasn’t sure he understood.“It’s a guy named Nick Coyle. Apparently, he just inherited his fortune. You are going to submit to me, Kate.”She tried to pull away from him, but he was too strong. She felt something firm but soft, like a leather cuff, wrap around her wrist, and then pull tight as he fastened some straps. A cold, metal chain touched her arm, which he then pulled across and locked onto one of the rails at the top of her bed with a solid clunk.He took hold of her other arm and again she struggled, her arm muscles straining against his, but in vain. He cuffed her wrist and clamped it. The only available makeup date had been that Thursday in late August.We played very few doubleheaders anymore (Thank God!) and St. Louis in August isn't the ideal place to play one. But we were eager to match up with the Cardinals, who were probably the best team in the National League, and the two games were to be separate-admission, and separated by a four-hour break, so we'd maybe survive.Kansas City took us two out of three at home. That pissed us off because the Royals were lousy-as-usual,.