Again, Kennedy adjusted, this time more rapidly.Then they had batting practice, where Amy would throw a ball, and the batters were supposed to hit it.... To Kennedy it seemed a silly, pointless exercise. She had an aluminum bat, and unless the pitch was over her head or rolling in the dirt or way, way away, she could hit it. And when it was close, right down the middle, she could hit it really well.Kennedy wasn't exhausted when they quit for the day, but she was certainly tired. She stood under. “Son -- you’re all right. You know, it’s going to be a tough row for you two to hoe, especially in some quarters. You’re both gonna need to grow thick skins.”“We’re beginning to learn that,” Aja replied.“Daymon -- could you pass the skillet bread?” Jason asked “Phyllis, this is all so good. The ham hocks must’ve slow cooked for hours. The meat just falls off of them.” He helped himself to some greens. “These are to die for, Phyllis.”“Another thing about Jason,” Aja added, “is his tenacity. He. I did so cautiously for fear of being caught, but I did manage to conclude my debauched act of masturbation, as people started to arrive back from lunch and sit at their desks.I sat their commando style actually enjoying the knowledge that I was and if only the men in the office knew the state of my undress, never mind the show they just missed, I think my sexual fantasy would be a fact, and as I toyed with the idea, I suddenly realized I was getting myself worked-up again, so I excused myself. "Getting naked outside baby." I can't help but smile and feel a wave of excitement. "But baby, it's cold outside!" I tell him. It's November and the only light source is the moon, radiant in the clear winter sky. The temperature is just above freezing and thankfully there is no breeze. "Lets just get in the back tonight baby," I tell him. He agrees but, knowing him as I do, he won't have given up just yet. On the back seat we each undress quickly, the moonlight picks out my man's strong shape -.