Chapter 22

Meghan certainly took my mind away from the hassles of overwhelming security. She camped out with me in the bedroom of the safe house and we went at it like rabbits for two straight days. Other than to shower and eat, we were in bed, having sex non-stop. That girl was hornier than a busload of virgin girls at a college football game.

I talked to Rebecca and Colleen and gave them the gory details of Meghan's talents. Between the sheets the dowdy, chubby girl disappeared and a ball of fire took over.

She was insatiable.

I wondered why.

"I know we're a short term thing. A few days of mind blowing sex, and then it's back to being the girl nobody notices. Don't feel bad. I knew exactly what I was getting into, and boy am I glad you got into me." Her smile was playful ... and sad.

"Meghan, you have been amazing. When the playoffs are over, and things go back to normal for me, I want you to come to Branson and move in with us. Maybe we can make it work. Maybe we can't. It's worth it to me, to try.

"Your body has some kind of magic pull for me. I just want to be with you, in you, beside you, and coming with you, all at the same time. Rebecca and Colleen are nothing if not open minded about our relationship, so that's no problem.

"All I'm asking is that you think about it." I let her off the hook, so she wouldn't feel any pressure from me.

"What would I do in Branson, Brian? My job's in Kansas City and I have to make a living."

That was no problem. "We own the Royals Double A team. Colleen has a TV broadcasting deal and we don't have a media expert to lead that department. We'll pay you twenty percent more than the Royals pay now, and match their benefits dollar for dollar.

"You can stay with us. Our house is humongous. Rebecca and Colleen won't put any pressure on you to be anything more than you want to be. I certainly won't. But we have something good, and I'd like to see if it keeps getting better.

"Just think about it.

"Nothing more.

"Just think." And we lost ourselves under the covers for another hour and a half.

Playtime was over and it was time for the game. I was expecting to go back to an empty suite again, after the game but got an unexpected visit just before taking the field for BP.

"Hey Brian," Jack called out from the locker room door. "We need to have a pow–wow, right now." I looked at Mr. Janacone and he nodded.

I took Jack to the small conference room the team used as a secondary interview room. He got right to the point. "A whole bunch of bodies have begun to pile up, and another whole bunch of mobsters have gone 'missing.' It seems The Ghost has hit our enemies with more than good wishes, and higher cause.

"The Judge and his wife are at the game. They will see you at the reception, afterwards. He says this is all over but the shouting, so there is not much for you guys to be afraid of. Mr. and Mrs. Bell are here already, and the girls will be here as soon as they feed and change the babies, at the hotel. I let them into your suite, and moved the boys to rooms one removed for your suite.

"It will give you all some privacy." I was deeply grateful. Jack had been there through so much and never let me down. Now he was telling me we could stop looking over our shoulders. I wanted to cry, it felt so good.

"Thank you..." I barely managed to whisper, as a tear slipped down my cheek. It felt good to cry for Beth Ann, Carol, Joan, and Jill.

Given a little time, a question popped into my head. "Is there anyone for you and me to go deal with, or are they all dead?"

"Sorry, partner," Jack laughed. "The bodies are filling every morgue in Orlando, Branson, Chicago, New York, and LA. I doubt there're enough live mobsters left to bury the dead ones, but the ones that are left have no idea why their bosses came after you guys.

"They've inherited the kingdom. It's bloodied, and broken, but they'll go right back to work, and pretty soon your father's old company will be flush with cash again.

"Then the Judge will send in his troops, and take all their cash, crippling them yet again. We'll never get them all, but the damage is so bad, they'll again never be what they were when they killed your family.

"The count of high government officials forced to resign is well over a hundred. We've been warned off taking reprisals against them. Too much money and too much old power at stake. The government is happy to have them out of the game, and off the books. That's all we're going to get.

"Let it go, Brian. It's time to let it all go..."

We would be talking about that at a later date, when my head was clear, because I had to be out on the field now. Jack took his leave and said he'd be nearby keeping his finger on the security teams.

Game three was in KC, on a clear, cool night. We were tied at one game apiece and the stadium was literally shaking there was so much excitement. The fans, deprived of October baseball for so long, were giddy with energy, happiness, and a mass need to express it.

Our ace was going and he owned the Orioles. In his career he was something like seventeen wins against four losses when pitching against them. Their Ace was not quite up to the competition, and surrendered single runs in the second, third, and fourth.

Once we had the lead, everything fell into place, and the game was over.

Royals two – Orioles one.

The next night was not as successful. Both starting pitchers struggled, and neither seemed capable of putting their opponent away. At the end we lost five to three, in truly uninspiring fashion.

Royal Two – Orioles Two...

Next up to pitch for your Kansas City Royals, Brian Nelson.

Colleen, Rebecca, Winnie and I had a WONDERFUL reunion the night before I pitched game four. Colleen went first, and nearly broke me in two she was so aroused, needy, and demanding. Her squeals mixed with the rhythmic slapping of flesh on flesh, brought Rebecca to a whole new level of pleasure, as Winnie took her over the edge, beside us.

Benjamin was likewise, happy to see me. We sat and held each other for a good half an hour, just being close, and loving. I missed them all and it appeared they missed me. On the morning of my start, we slept late, and had a long, slow, enjoyable brunch as a family. I held my children, cooing into their ears, playing with them on the floor, and making a pest of myself with everyone.