I was playing every day and keeping my nose clean, working at being as good a hitter as I could make myself be. I hated sitting in the dugout between ...innings, but it wasn’t news to me that I was a crummy defensive player. I knew that I deserved it.My personal life was, meanwhile, a disaster in the making. Back in Jackson, Mississippi, I had experienced no particular problem getting acquainted with young women. There had been no shortage of gorgeous women in Jackson, and I thought I’d done. The kiss in the toilets just made me feelif that was what being a girl was going to be like then I didn't everwant to change, a fact that was strengthened by the kiss when she left meat mum's.The trouble was of course, it didn't last. I didn't know whether Suzanne was the real me or whether she was just anexcuse to hold on to the memory of those two kisses; the only emotionalreleases I had had in my relatively short life that had truly made mytoes curl.I reverted to dressing as Paul and Lily. Sammy... we're not..." But she didn't resist as I continued to remove her clothes and when I pushed her toward the bathroom she went willingly. She wanted to adjust the spray so she wouldn't get her hair wet. I put my arms around her and cupped a breast with one hand and her pussy with the other."Sammy, I said no."But she didn't attempt to move my hands away and I could tell her nipple was responding to my touch. Her slit was moist. She turned her head and I could see a faint smile cross her. "There are several types of girl at that school," she told him, and went through generalising her classmates. She had put herself firmly in the rational, down-to-earth category which included very few other people, but she was not totally wrong. Her father owned a small company inherited from her grandfather who himself was the bastard son of a "Lord." Fiona wasn't attracted to money, she liked people and hedonism, and such she didn't really fit in.Greg gave the seventeen year-old a weak smile.