"Wadayah mean?" Chambers says."I mean trottin'. Trottin' to first base, like you got all day." 'Guy had me by a yard." Shit, he had you by three yards..., when you quit runnin'." Don't worry. Any time I've got a shot, I'll run my ass off." No, Rookie. You'll run your ass off, every time you make any kind of contact with your bat on that ball. And if you swing and miss on a third strike, you're gonna look back real quick, and make sure the catcher caught it clean. And if he didn't, you're gonna run. "Listen, Mel, you mentioned yesterday something about having troublewith him and his pacifier?" Yeah, he forgets about it way too often."Gloria giggled again. "I can just picture him with it! Listen, do youwant me to plant a few suggestions, mild ones anyway, about it tomorrownight?"Mel thought about that. "What do you mean?" Just little things to make him want it more, that's all."Mel smiled at the idea. "Why not? Just not too much though. I reallyshould be doing that training. I found that enticing as her powerful ass and exotic curves were, I now wanted to possess her heart, mind and soul. What had started as a lark, now had become a pressing need. I had to have all of her. Still, the conversation continued light hearted and friendly. It was nearly 0100 hours in the morning when I left Geena at her door with a warm smile and a simple goodnight!Geena was scheduled to be out of town on business all day and evening on Friday so I was left to while away the day and. . As she’s narrating, we see her singing with that t-shirt pulled up over her boobs, showing them off to the (small) crowd.“I tried punk and goth rock, and hard rock ... And moved toward the shock-rock kind of stuff, you know, topless on stage...”As she sings, she backs up against the bass player, who moves his bass aside so she can rub her arse back against his crotch.She continues her story in voice-over, “ ... letting the guys in the band grope me on stage, and that kind of thing ....