I strained my ears first listening around me and didn't hear any footsteps, brush rustling or even dirt scraping. Probably my foe was dug in right abo...ut where I'd been earlier and waiting for me to charging in after him. That would be a bad mistake."Folks I'm tied up in a shootout here in the woods of deep center field. One scout down, one left to go. It's going to be 67/33 who gets whom first. What's the status on the two road teams? This would be a really bad time for them to charge in here. That was awesome. I told her. Yeah. was all she could manage. After a couple minutes she said We have to go. Can I see your boobs first? I asked. No. Ill let you see my bra and you can touch them, but you have to hurry. She lifted up her shirt and I could see her black bra with white lace around the edges. I reached out and touched a real boob for the first time. It filled my 10 year old hand but was probably really only a b cup. It only lasted a few seconds before she said we really had to. And that’s not all I found. I picked up a red, leather-bound journal half hidden under her panties, and flipped it open. On the first page was written, “Dagmar’s Diary”. My first impulse was to take it with me as proof, or at least evidence of Dagmar’s existence, but on second thought, reading it first was probably a wiser course. It was very possible, even likely, that the diary was going to be pivotal in Margie’s court case.By the time I got to the emergency room, Aunt Margie was Aunt Margie. ”“That sounds kind of jaded,” Sandra said.Shrugging his shoulders as if show that he didn’t care, Tim said, “It is, but it’s also the truth. I’ve known that since the fourth grade.”“Why aren’t you angry?”“Look, up until the fourth grade they wanted to see if we could catch up. After that, they just wanted to take us as far as we could go in the time that was left. One day, it was basically ‘we’ve done all we can for them so we’ll just keep them here until they quit or graduate.’”“The stupid.