I 'accidentally' rubbed myself against her all the time. She pushed her breasts against my arms and back as we workedBut she never touched me. I was a... teenager afterall.Then when I turned 18 she asked me to come over and move boxes from her garage to her house. It was the coldest night of winter.I worked up a dangerous sweat. It was just another day as far as I was concerned.When I moved the last box into the house, I took off my parka and my shirt was drenched in sweat. She offered to give me. We had handled the Twins with uncharacteristic ease, and we felt good about it, because they were a tough, tenacious bunch.But even tougher for us, season-long, had been the Oakland A's. Oakland had to face the White Sox in their first-round playoff series, and the Oriole players paid attention, because we had scuffled against Oakland every time we'd faced them, over the past two seasons.Most of the time, sportswriter-talk about "matching up" with other clubs was just that -- talk.But we really. Before I had the confidence to fully dress and go out, and to go on the few dates I've been on, I was completely closeted. The only way I could express my girly side was through playing on the phone and all alone. I loved dressing up a few times a week. I collected sexy underwear from ex-girlfriends who left stuff behind, and from a few rare shopping trips where I built up the nerve to buy things for myself. After a few years, I had some really hot lingerie and clothes. I had a little. It was two weeks since she had been the given the last painful instalment of two hundred lashes on a back still raw from previous sessions. Now she was healed completely but her mind seemed still to be far away. Clemmy did her work and they hadn't raised her quotas since she was able to return to the quarry.She would hold Alexia's hand sometimes and look wistfully at her before returning to whatever inward thoughts she was having. Alexia's coaxing loving voice went on."You know I can't hold the.