The Bench: The Manager

By this time, Richard...or Miss Richards, as he was now known, was no longer a middle-aged man in appearance. He had turned into an attractive brunette in her late twenties, possibly early thirties. She wasn't a supermodel, like Richard had once been married to, but she certainly turned heads. Melony hurried in, now dressed in her work clothes. "Where have you been?" Richards demanded of her. "I wasn't supposed to be in till later, Ms. Richards. I got here as soon as I could.' "Well, don't be late again."