I looked down to the third-base coach to get the sign. Coach Way clapped his hands without bothering to give me even a fake sign.“You’re the man! ...Get a hit!” he called out.I stepped into the batter’s box and made a show of digging in. I rolled my shoulders to loosen up, held my bat in front of me, and let my finger dance against the grip. It looked like I was gaining my focus. I took a deep breath, let it out, and then faced the pitcher.I could tell on the release of the ball that it was going. Someone else was bearing the brunt of someone else.Immediately I pulled away her hands and told her sternly “You better cooperate with me or else I will rape you and hurt you so bad that you will never be able to share the bed with someone else in your life.” she was scared and I knew it. I pulled out her bra and threw it away. What I saw was pure beauty…fair milky boobs with pink nipples ,ripe and untouched…I kissed them both one by one and she hissed. I went up to her chin kissed her eyes. The delicate cheer and good wine soon banish'd all reserve; the conversation grew as lively as could be wished, without taking too loose a turn: these professors of pleasure knew too well, to stale impressions of it, or evaporate the imagination in words, before the time of action. Kisses however were snatch'd at times, or where a handkerchief round the neck interpos'd its feeble barrier, it was not extremely respected: the hands of the men went to work with their usual petulance, till the. ... What time is it?" I grumbled, rolling myself up in the blankets. "Time to get your ass out of my room!" He laughed, pushing me off of the bed and onto the floor. He stood up over me, grabbed the corner of the blanket, and pulled. I held tightly to the comforter and kicked at his legs."It's freezing in here!" I yelled at him. "Just let me keep the damn blanket. I'll get out. Geeze." I stumbled to my feet, yanking the blanket back from his grasp and repositioning it around my shoulders. He.