He did a good job of raping my mind as well as my body. "Ed, do you want to be part of Mary's rape fantasy?" "Yeah, but first how's about Mabel and ...her getting it on? Girl on girl actionalways get my cock hard," said Ed. "I bet deep down Mary was hoping you'd say that," said Ron. "No, please don't." I'd started crying harder. "Now you're going to tell us you've never done anything with a woman andit's against your religion," said Ron. "Yes, I've never touched a woman," I said. That wasn't. My heart beating faster as I opened the box and got the mail. There it was, the package from the land of the midnight sun. My fingers trembled as I tore at the envelope. I reached inside and pulled out the bag inside. I had waited 2 months and now here they were...her panties. The panties my "cum slut whore daughter" wore when we "played" at the playground, or at her office, or as she stood at her podium. Now they were mine!I closed the door and opened the baggie. My fingers trembling as I. And for a ballplayer, maybe the hardest thing in the world to find is a woman to fall in love with who likes baseball. You think that's not important? I know a guy, used to be a teammate, who was absolutely smitten with this little girl he met when he was in Triple-A up in Buffalo. He told me all about her -- his eyes shining. "She loves baseball!" he exclaimed. "She can't get enough of it. She loves watching me play!"Well, they got married, and they're still together and all, so I guess it. "Mort looked. A clear plastic -- maybe glass -- sphere about four inches in diameter sat on top of a small hexagonal black box. A small bust of William Shakespeare was set inside the sphere. A brass key stuck out of a hole in the side of the box."When you wind the key," the old man said, "the box plays 'Greensleeves'. Do you know the tune?" I think so." Mort hummed a few notes. "Well, it certainly seems to be the appropriate gift for an English teacher. What does it do -- besides playing a.