She thinks Babe Ruth is a candy bar, Mickey Mantle was an old steakhouse on Central Park South, and Joe DiMaggio is someone from a Paul Simon lyric. B...ut she’s quick. By the time we touch down in Martinique, she knows the dimensions of a baseball diamond and has memorized all nine positions, plus the designated batter, as well as the skill sets that, say, separate a first baseman from a shortstop. We get separated at Customs, and when a G.O. directs me to a shuttle bus, Gina and Johnny are not. No neighbors. The last thing she would want is to be alone with me. "My grandfather built this cottage about a hundred years ago. I like to take care of it. For him." I'm sure he would appreciate that, Donald. The tag is sticking up on your T-shirt. It looks geeky." She tucked it in from behind as she pressed up against his backside gently. Skippy's touch made him feel connected to her in a way, without really knowing her. Her lingering fingers played with his hair in back. "You need a haircut,. ‘Oh, John, please,’ she whimpered, still convulsing with after shocks. ‘I need you inside me.’ ‘Shit,’ he panted, standing up and pressing himself against her, kissing her neck, her jaw, and finally her mouth, tongues intertwining. ‘Do you have something, because I wasn’t planning on this when I left my apartment.’ She directed him to her purse, which she had left on one of the smaller desks. She smiled as he struggled for a second to climb out of his pants, which had fallen, and stared. . well ... I'll leave that up to Tatya," he finally stumbled."Oh, really, Gus," Elena said in exasperation, "I'm not some Victorian mother. Tatya is a grown adult and can make her own decisions. Do whatever you're both comfortable with."Gus nodded in understanding. What he didn't know was what Tatya had in mind. It didn't take long to find out."Come on, Gus. I'll show you to our room." She had a devilish look about her that Gus couldn't fail to notice."Did you plot this all out ahead of time?".