“I’m very glad you’ve made this decision for your family Betty. And I’m sure if you’re father knew he would be just as happy.” I shuddered.... “Now, I want you to take off everything except your shoes and jewelry Betty.”I slid down my skirt, took off my shirt, and began to cry as I removed my bra. Mr. Thompson sat there, unmoved, gesturing to continue. I slid down my panties, my trim pubic hair that no boy or man had ever seen before, standing at his face height. He stood, walked around me, his. The young Black Man agreed that he did, indeed, like what his eyes beheld.The Young Black Man reflected back on the evening's events. He was in an absolute state of bliss! He could not believe his luck! This sexy White Woman had picked his black ass up at a bar - where there were too many Black Studs to count - and dragged him back home with her. They then polished off a bottle of champagne...whereupon Joani (her real name?) excused herself and left the living room. She was back in a flash. Their response was ‘Good luck with that‘; apparently the T&Cs consisted of an eighteen page document which basically said ‘it isn’t our fault’. So, something else where aliens mirror our own dear world.The trouble was, they all expected me to die. No, actually this was lucky too (more questionable luck). The knife aimed for the heart cavity, kind of like the perineum but the heart has its very own surrounding container in these people. Evolutionarily it used to be in a segment between brain and. I’m used to playing infield.”“That’s a shame. We don’t have any strong pitchers this year for JV.”Thinking of John, I asked, “What about catchers?”“Based on what we had last year, we’re okay on catchers. I thought you said you were infield.”I said, “I am. I was thinking of my friend John Whitman. Joey Conner, Brad Redmond, John and I played in Jr. High and were pretty good together. We finished our last season with only one loss. Our best pitcher started at St. Joe’s last year.”Coach Haps.