Man, I'd like to plant this ball in Brad's face.

Hillman knew the difference between fantasy and reality. Had he acted upon every fantasy that crept into his mind, he would've been incarcerated before the age of ten.

In spite of this, he felt his arm winding up and before he knew it he had launched the ball. Sandy Koufax himself could not have done better. The glowing ball whizzed through the air and ricocheted off Brad's forehead. The jock tipped sideways like an **** cow and fell off the patio. He hit the ground quite hard.

The eerie silence that followed was torn asunder.

"HillMAAAAN!" screamed Becca. She knelt by her boyfriend, cooing, "Oh baby, baby are you alright?"

An uproar broke through the crowded patio. Brad's beefy buddies were running down the stairs to ground level. Although he knew a grave beating was imminent, Hillman's first reaction was to recover the ball.

He scooped it off the ground and turned to see three fat, angry faces bearing down on him.