Iwanted to ask her how she knew it, there were many questions I wished to askactually. Just as my mouth opened to ask her my questions, the lecturecon...tinued. "Your also not to talk at all, shall I allow you to talk, thenyou must end the sentence with "Yes your mistress" got it"Mistakingly I only said "Yes" I then found myself gasping for air asher fist landed in my genitals. "I beliefe you ment, Yes your mistress,Didnt you." Still short-breathed from a hit to the balls, I faintlyanswered "Yes. I was still hard, so I continued until Sharon had another great orgasm and that was about when I came with her. We cuddled and fell asleep in each other's arms.I was awakened in the morning by a hot mouth on my morning erection. After some very nice sucking, I was ready and Sharon climbed aboard the Saturday morning ride to Orgasmville. This morning seemed different somehow. Sharon seemed to be moving faster than normal and I wondered what was going on. I opened my eyes because I felt something. Discrimination. Unjust termination.’ ‘All of the above.’ Tammy agreed uneasily. ‘Listen, Joe, I’m not saying she would, or even if she did, that she’d win. But this situation has FUBAR written in capital letters all over it.’ Fuck. Fuck her. Fuck this. Fuck, fuck, FUCK! ‘I see.’ he grumbled. ‘So you’re saying we need to keep her on board.’ Tammy nodded. ‘It’s only a couple of months, Joe. You’re a grown man, I’m sure you can handle it.’ Joe grimaced. ‘Maybe she’ll leave on her own.’ . The more frequently I was successful, the greater his trust in me would become.I was pleased, because it meant I was no longer being called upon to pitch only in the laughers -- the games that were hopelessly lost or already safely tucked away. I was getting exposure in tight spots where what I did really mattered. For the first time in my life, I felt like I was becoming a quality big-league pitcher.A stalwart. A pillar. A mainstay. Hell, think up your own clichéd word for it.In the middle of.