Look at the target then throw."Gerald took his time then went through the motion then fired the ball.clang"I hit it," Good going champ, now do it aga...in," Chelsea said.They repeated the same exercise over and over, hitting different targets around the field each time he got better at it."Same time tomorrow," she said."Thank you," Gerald said."No Thank you," Chelsea replied."For?" Gerald asked."Nothing, it's nothing really," Chelsea said shaking her head."Nah, say it," This farm belonged to my. He would tell her the things that he wanted to do to her, the things her husband didn’t do anymore. She would masturbate while he described his actions, often bringing herself quickly to orgasm because she was so excited. But tonight, tonight was different. Tonight, he was coming.He told her exactly what to wear and how to be splayed on the table. She was not to talk or turn around. He did not want her to try to pleasure him. It was about her and her fantasy. She wanted to feel attractive, sexy. Calista had a puzzled expression on her face as she tried to fathom their meaning. Suddenly, Barocca and Jeanne launched themselves at Calista like a football tackle. All three girls went down in a heap of bodies on the floor. Because of her larger size and strength, Calista fought like a wildcat. Calista briefly threw Barocca off of her chest with her arms, while Jeanne tried to subdue her legs. Barocca landed a few feet from the fray, and tried to survey her options. "Hurry up,. .. so to speak." I'm staying home, Eels," I said, "Tell me something, Eels?" What?" He was getting upset ... good sized tugs are hard to find."Who owns the wreck?" I asked. I nodded my head forward, indicating the half submerged tug on the other side of the tee wharf."I do," he said. "Why?" I wanna practice on it," I said."Practice?" Yeah ... I want to see if I can raise it, repair it, and maybe use it," I explained. "It would keep me home where I can hear Wendy." Hel, you can have it," Eels.