“We could have sex.”“What? Sex?”We hadn’t ever really talked about that kinna stuff.“Yeah,” she grinned. “Don’t look at me like I’...m crazy.”“But… what do you mean? With who? And where? And when? And…”“Oh shot up!” she sighted. “Don’t go mad. I was just suggesting it.”We kept silent a little. But then Amelia broke it (and it wouldn’t be the only thing she was gonna break this night).“What do you mean with who?” She sounded angry.“Course I don’t know who it would be with,” I said carefully not to. He said I was more valuable in the infield." You are," LaCross confirmed. "In fact, if today was Opening Day, you'd be my starting second baseman."Fred's eyes widened."Brock's not hurt, is he?" he asked."No," Jim answered."He's doing fine at second," Fred added hurriedly. "I mean, he's not going to win a Gold Glove there but he's still plus-defensively given the short amount of time he's played there. I'm not saying I don't want to start but he is clearly a better player. He earned his spot.". To the side of the stage he reviewed the lines of his next poem, and he found many words to eliminate. He dumbed down the poem to its essential premise that blacks today face the strange psychological dilemma of accommodating two races at once—the white character and the buried nigger-self. Perhaps the judge would better understand the poem if its controversial parts were omitted. Of course the crowd wouldn’t like it as much, but he could certainly average better if he pulled the plump judge to. " "I want you to fuck my arse", she quickly spoke. Sadly that night we didn't indulge in the delights of her arse, but I think it was I that introduced her to pleasures that can be found there. For example, once in the garage we rendezvoused & I slowly pushed a butt-plug into her, then I placed her right foot on the ride-on mower, she braced her hands on something and I slide my cock into its happy place. I held her left hip & with my right hand started to strum on her minora, majora and her.