"And when I was not locked in a cell, or handcuffed four ways to my bed, they've kept me wrapped up like a Christmas present." I wiggled slightly in t...he straightjacket.Andrea carefully examined the straightjacket. "Custom made too. Kewl, the latest in high fashion for stressed out teenage girls." I would have hit her, but all I could do was stick out my tongue. "So let me guess. You kept being caught dressing as a girl, and your parents went ballistic, and tried to force you to be manly and. Taking some toilet paper, she wiped off the seat as best she could and keeping her back to the room, she slid her robe off before turning to hang it up, quickly sitting down. She was not shy so much as uncomfortable in this strange place, and her usual excitement over being seen, or showing off, had faded considerably due to the slightly smelly locale. She still put on quite a show though, and the boys who had been lucky enough to be here (and stayed here) were treated to the delicious view of. I walked twice and got a hit -- a single over second.When I got home, there were no messages on my machine, and I didn't call Sandy. I knew she'd show up again without being asked.She did. She made it to all six games closing out our home stand. And I got at least one hit in every game. I now had a modest, seven-game hitting streak going, and my average was back to .377 for the season.We were leaving the next morning for a four-game series in Boston. Our final game against Detroit was in the. Ultimately, I tentatively decided to go with it, and fell asleep somewhat relieved.The next evening, after dinner, we went into the living room to watch TV. Dad sat in his recliner and Laurel walked up to him and asked, “Do you want me?” Dad reached out and pulled her onto his lap, saying, “Oh, sweetheart, I’ve wanted you since I first saw you.And you know that as well as I do.” He pulled her head down for a kiss and said, “Don’t you.”“Well I’ve kind of suspected, but it’s nice to hear you say.