"Who's behind the plate?" I asked."McNally," said my catcher. "He'll be rubbing his big belly on my back, putting his hand on my shoulder. He's awful ...friendly, works on one knee." He used to call the outside one," I said as pitching coach Marvin Marshall flipped pages in his loose-leaf book and spat carelessly into the wind."Still does. Just hit the glove." Johnson smacked the middle of his mitt with his huge fist."No fast ball strikes," I said. "Let's go up the ladder."Bigger nodded. This. Id been hoping he was asleep, at least. He lay there watching as his friend played with me. Ts hand left my crotch, but only to slide up under my nightie to my breasts again, this on bare flesh, touching my tummy, playing with both nipples now, chuckling as he drew gasps and groans from me, tweaking one tit then the other. They seemed so be going so slowly, playing with me. I almost wished theyd get on with things and rape me, get it over with. It wasnt a surprise then, when I felt Kris foot. When we came out of the tent, everyone was looking across the pasture to the road we had driven in on. There was another station wagon coming our way.“That’s Joe ... My boss. He said he and his wife and kids would probably come out and meet us. Don’t worry ... they come out here all the time. He told me that his wife and kids love spending their weekend as nudists,” Dad said as they pulled up.Dad’s boss, Joe Hampton - is a short fat, older man, and his wife is way-the-hell younger than he is.. That seemed a contradiction of philosophy within the church teachings but it was only common sense in such dire economic times for the poor people of the parish.Pamela was sometimes generous with allowing young Andy to view her entering and exiting the shower in her altogether and she really didn't mind when he copped a feel of her bottom when her mother was distracted by household duties. The fact that she never reported his indiscretions made Andy obligated to her and when she asked him with.