It was her father. "Maureen's still at the hospital," he said, "or maybe on her way back here. I could have her call you." How's the little guy doing?..." I asked him."Not much change," he said. "But he's scheduled to come home this week. It's Friday, tentatively." Yeah, I heard he was going to get out soon. Didn't know exactly when." You're the ballplayer, right? Dushay?" Yes sir." Man, that boy talks about you all the time. You and Bob Crandall, but mostly you ... And that Boston pitcher guy.". I saw some bananas in the fruit bull that was presented on the coffee table, across the sofa (where else would it be anyway)! I jump up, directly to the table! Took a banana and went back to the half stript boy, how was undressing im self in the meantime! Dropt my baggy pants down and took off my t-shirt! Just only wearing my white sock! I went on my knies, next to the bed and pull pablo’s legs so that I could eat his ass on the correct hight! First I put the banana with the skin on, in his. He moved on to the high waisted black shorts with goldbuttons and it sat on his slim hips with some difficulty until hethreaded a large waist belt through its loops. He adorned his wrist withfake gold costume jewelry and some rings, as well as a gold necklacenecklace that could have well been three necklaces put together. Hestepped in a pair of grey ankle boots with an open toe, and walked overto his desk, where his mirror sat. An array of cosmetics lay before him,and his hand went straight for. Gently exploring each other's lips, cheeks and neck; then it happens, that deep longing kiss. We teased each other to that point. I know how you feel, there is a rush over your body. I feel the shiver as it pulses like a wave through your body. You pull me closer, knowing what is next, you feel my excitement, ready... I push you away, roll you face down. You struggle as if to say no; you know what comes next. Again, you try to push up, as I take your arms and hold them down over your head. I.