Globaltrickster

Carl Hoggens was just supposed to be going to a baseball game with his family.
He didn’t know that at the end of the third inning he would get an unexplained, embarrasing and painful erection. Or that in the beginning of the fourth inning he would break three of his fingers when his fist crushed his wife’s cheekbone and jaw, killing her in a rage he doesn’t remember.

And he wasn’t the only one.

Frank Hurtz was officially on vacation as far as the NSA payroll department was concerned. Only four people in the government knew the real reason for his being in Burbank, California. Frank would normally not attend such a social event as a baseball game, too many people, too many minds. But his research told him that this could be the epicenter of an event. When the wave of lust hit he knew that he was right. His heart raced as his eyes instinctively found each exposed flesh, each curve. He couldn’t trace the source, the power was so strong that the emotions were reflecting from everyone around him. He hoped that it wouldn’t get out of control. Fourteen minutes later, lust would turn to hate and the stands would become a medieval battlefield. When the anger came, while the others gave in to it, Frank fought it, blood came from his nose, eyes and ears, the world spiraled beneath him and he fell. It may have saved his life.

Bobby Hawkins was a twelve-year-old baseball fan, and he was in love…..