I coached him when he was 15 and he was fast even then. He was a good base stealer but Sammy, at only 14, was better. Sammy had a terrific natural in...stinct for getting a jump on the pitcher and had perhaps the best three step acceleration of any kid I have ever seen. Lots of boys could outrun him in a fifty or a hundred yard race, but I doubt there were many boys his age, anywhere, who could beat him in a ninety foot base line sprint. When Sammy got on base, which was often, we knew that he. Now, this stick is too long for convenience? she said picking up the big rod and breaking it in half. She took up the thinner end. ?I'll start with the thin end but if it does not have enough effect on you Richard I can always use the thick end.? He was suddenly getting worried. Maybe she was not just going to play with him. ?Now Richard, lets begin? she said flicking the rod with fingers and wrist, slapping it onto her other palm. ?I better tell you what is going to happen. I want you to think. The last thing you ever want to do is take any chance at all that Tad will think you feel that way!" Well, I don't feel that way! I think Tad's just -- fine." Listen, girl. Tad really is just fine. I mean, I saw it, and sure, he's a little below average, but I've seen smaller. And I've gotten off with guys who were smaller, too. One guy, anyway."Louise's lecture wasn't over. "Listen, Cathy, a big one is nice -- damned nice! But it's not the end of the world. I'll tell you right now, you're. ‘Oh well. She’s something special though. She’s welcome to move in with me after he finds someone new.’ Laurel laughed halfheartedly, and glanced at Claire, unabashedly showering. Water poured down her body, which was a rich gold, and dripped off of her dark nipples. It was her Italian half, Laurel guessed, which must also be responsible for the curly patch of chocolate brown hair between her legs, now matted and soaking. Unlike Laurel, Claire didn’t shave. She said it made her feel womanly..