Batters say it comes in and curves sharply out of the way, hence its name. A '12-to-6' curveball... think of it like a clock. It starts at 12 on the c...ock's face, and ends up at 6. That means it's a big curve with a sharp break. That's a pretty damned good curveball, probably an Uncle Charlie." Uncle Charlie?"Tim chuckled. "People give pitches names. A really good curveball will be called 'Uncle Charlie'. A superior curveball, the stuff of legends, will be called a 'Lord Charles'. Part of that. It was a nice service—especially compared to the kind of scary sermons I'd heard at Cassie's church when I was going there. We sat with Rhonda, Donna, and Mrs. Gordon. Rhonda was really pretty. I hardly ever saw her in a dress and this one was a little frilly and she wore gloves. After church, the Gordons came to our house for Easter dinner. We don't usually go to church, but Mom really makes a great ham for Easter Dinner. Easter is when the weather broke and by the end of April, I was riding. “Donna?” Cindy said in a small voice that reminded us all that she was really still a little girl at heart. “May I sleep in your bed tonight? With you and Jacob?”“Of course you may,” Donna said. “We’ll see how quickly we can get everyone settled tonight when they get here.”It didn’t take long. Once everyone arrived there was a fair amount of squealing over the successes, congratulations, and kisses. Then Rachel took Livy to bed, Desi joined Sophie, and Nanette looked meaningfully at Brittany. Trish looked pleased to just let me finish in her mouth. She wasn’t a virgin anymore, but we’d never done it with each other. That was pretty much the last border to cross. I needed to cross it.I held her head and pulled her to my side. I carefully lay one hand on her thong. ‘Do you want to?’ I asked. She didn’t say anything, but, in one smooth move, started kissing my neck and escorted my hand under her panties. She was so wet. Even though we’d done so much with each other, I couldn’t believe.