Harkin was a baseball player, to admit, He was good at baseball. You went to all of his games, every time he played, you watched. He always pointed you out to his friends, to his fans, even to his manager. He was proud to have you as a lover.

“My beloved!” He yelled out behind you, making you turn around. He hugged you when you did. He had a tight hug, his strong arms holding you tight. “Did you like my game, did you see it?” He was so excited and happy that you were here again.