”“Oh yeah huge case, made the international news. They kept her and her siblings locked up in a basement. Never let them out, basic home schooling... themselves, no teachers. Neighbours thought and been told the children lived with relatives because of health or something. Then the youngest lad escaped and all hell broke loose? They were in a hell of a mess, undernourished, dirty, abused boys and girls...” Louis reminisced, getting a nod of agreement and distraction when Zandra stood.As short as. You know- the kind that the girls would just lie down and spread their legs for and offer up their cunts on a silver platter. I was just an average good looking guy, but not a Greek Adonis; an average good varsity athlete, but not a superstar; an average C+ to B student, but no Einstein.BUT, I did have one very big thing going for me. I had an 8 inch cock when it was hard and ready for action and my buddies labeled me with the nickname, "Hose". It was pretty common knowledge around school why I. He coaxed a lot of ground balls out of the opposition's offense, which was great in July, but not-so-great in late, late October, when infielders' hands were cold and the wind blew hot dog wrappers around in the outfield, distracting our defense. (The hot dog wrappers were worse at Shea than in Baltimore. I don't know why. Maybe New Yorkers are just bigger slobs than the folks in Bal'mer.)It's just a theory. I don't have any evidence to back it up.After Alice and I had gotten back to Baltimore. "Well young lady, what do you have to say for yourself?" he asked. "Didn't I tell you that you were to be in by 10:30 or you'd be punished?"She didn't know what to say, "Y-yes sir, b-but it's not even midnight yet, I didn't think." That's right, you certainly didn't," her father broke in, "and now you're going to be punished, you had no right worrying your mother & me like that." I'm sorry Dad, it won't happen again, I just lost track of the time."Her eyes were transfixed to the leather strop.