"Always ready," I said, shaking the kinks out of my right arm and rotating my hips. I did a couple of knee bends out of habit and wished I had not.He ...whistled shrilly, waved his big glove toward the dugout and then said. "You got the next three innings."When the time came, I stepped carefully across the foul line, which some smart guys were now calling the fair line, pulled my bright hat down tight and made my way to the mound, getting everything else shut away from my head. When I thought. She said holy fuck, over 8 is huge. I tell her that I wasn't lying and we should get it hard so I can get the last couple inches. I suggest titty fucking for a minute, a few people are in the beach but she doesn't seem to care. She kneels down, lifts her tits up and squeezed them together. They are massive, more than a could hand fulls. And soaking wet from the oil. I slide my huge coxk between. Going back and forth til it gets nice and veiny hard. I tell her to measure now...she does and gets. Professional!" "Well, what are they saying?" he asked. "What do you THINK they're saying?!" "I don't know. She's a fine looking woman. She's unattached and I'vebeen over to her place a few times. Maybe they think we're seeing each other." "Theythink you're banging each other! Some say they know itfor a fact!" "Who says it's a fact?" "Debbie Morrow! Dana shot back. "She's heard all about it!" "Oh, come on! She's a waitress in a bar! She's bound to hear all kindsof wild stories!" "Debbie. "So, what do you think, Norman? Is Sam's jokefunny?"Norm was surprised Ben knew his name. Norm had been ignored for thepast two hours, but now, he was being included, all right--but notmerely as a listener; they'd called upon him to settle their dispute.Sam thought his joke was hilarious, Ed thought it was lame, and Ben hadbeen non-committal. Whichever way Norm answered, he'd probably end upoffending somebody. He shrugged. He might as well answer honestly, hethought. "It wasn't half bad,".