“I mean, one would think the same kind of timing and coordination that made someone a good hitter would also show up in his fielding? Wouldn’t you...?”“Exactly!” Stephen answered, obviously appreciating Peggy’s observation. “If a player can handle a bat the way Marty can – always has! ... You’d certainly expect him to develop those other skills as well. He’s some kind of freak of nature!”“C’mon, Dad! Baseball has a cliché for all occasions. Ever heard the expression, ‘Good hit, no field?’”“Sure,. We started to hang around in school. I picked her up every morning and gave her a ride. I was quietly falling for her, but was too shy to say anything. She was interested in Darren, a guy that had dropped out earlier that year.We continued this way until a little before Thanksgiving. I headed down the road to pick her up and found her sitting at the end of her driveway with a suitcase. When she opened the door, I could see her eyes were all red and puffy. The streaks of her tears had run down. Joe sauntered over to where Ellie was fellating the cop."Mind if I use the other end?" he sniggered at the fat cop."Do what you like with her Joe; just so long as she doesn't lose herrhythm," he laughed back.Ellie didn't even flinch; she just carried on sucking away on the cop'sstubby cock. Joe grabbed Ellie's high-heels and spread them apart, herstockings rasping on the cheap dirty carpet. Joe positioned himselfbetween Ellie's sleek nyloned legs and took hold of his cock and began torub it. There was no mistaking the snapping of the lock. Billy was not coming in.Layla gave Randy the time of his life. The bedsprings seemed to be constantly squeaking. Her screams and squeals of delight were mixed with Randy’s howls of bliss. A few times Billy knocked on the door and begged for admittance, but Layla just told him to drink his sorrows away and take care of his needs alone.Hours later the house was quiet. Randy was breathing slow and deep. BillyBob was snoring on the couch, empty beer.