There was an awkward silence while Maria and I both tried to think of what we ought to say next. Finally, she spoke first. "You coming to the team pic...nic?" she asked.Paul and Orlie Warren had sponsored, annually since Paul had been the manager, an evening picnic at their home near Bowie. The party was for players and coaches and their families, and attendance was by no means mandatory. However, despite the fact that off days at home were rare during the season, the Warrens' picnic was evidently. I walked back to the family room in a daze. Finally it was time to go to bed. I took my dirty dishes and Janice’s to the kitchen while she slipped into her slippers and went upstairs. Mrs. B came in with her and Mr. B’s dishes and chatted for a while. I was anxious to get upstairs to Janice.“Larry, have you been feeling alright?” she asked, “You seem kind of lost tonight; the girls haven’t been picking on you have they?”I told her that I was fine and that the girls had been wonderful to me. I. If not for him, I never would of suspected I would be anything other than disgusted by a guy saying that to me, but with him, for whatever the reason I wasn’t. I told him, “You do it to me first.” I then got on my hands and knees doggy style, and he got behind me and began licking my ass hole. It felt weird, it wasn’t the orgasmic feeling of getting your dick sucked but it still felt great, and the longer he worked his tongue around and inside my ass hole, the better it felt. It was starting. I found an orchard! There were apples and pears. However, the trees were in desperate need of a good trimming. It was too late in the year to do a proper job. The trees were quite old yet they were covered in buds from the blossoms. I needed to find the larder and perhaps buy some cases of Mason jars. I did some preliminary trimming of broken, rubbing and diseased branches, crossing branches and vertical suckers.I found what must have been an ancient set of strip fields bordered in rock. I.