"How we gonna beat 'em?" I asked the third base crowd."BAAAAADD!" the third base crowd roared.Okay, so that should be "badly," an adverb. So sue me!Le...t - BEAT!Right - EASTERN!I kept that up as the flames behind me slowly died, swiveling back and forth, back and forth, my throat getting raw, until all I needed to do was turn and pointLeft - BEAT!Right - EASTERN!Left - BEATRight - EASTERN!BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT! EASTERN! BEAT!EASTERN! BEAT!EASTERN! BEATEASTERN! BEATEASTERN!. She leaned in close to my shoulder and alternated looking at my single eyed snake and my sighted eyes. After a little while, she dribbled spit on my shaft and then continued the rhythm she had set. I leaned back in my seat, shifting my ass down on the seat and spreading my legs wider. I moved my hand to her ass and gave her tight young buns a little squeeze. Abby decided that the shorts were getting in the way and told me to take them off. I did as told and she quickly got back to work, now. It's been almost a month now since the last time I was allowed to sock it to her, and when I did, and I'd had to beg, she just laid there like a lump enduring it. I knew something was wrong, but the obvious had not even entered my mind at that point. Okay, I'm a dumb fuck when it comes to her, at least I was.I had been thinking about things all day, and I now realized, in hindsight, our troubles, mine at any rate, had begun two months ago, when Mabel laid it on me that she was going to get a. Agent [redacted]: He’s hurting the wrong people.Clarke: He didn’t hurt anybody, until you locked him in a cage and tortured him.Agent [redacted]: Trust me, nobody will ever torture him. They’d be terrified that it would backfire. And he already hurt someone. Let’s not forget Mr. Jacobson.Clarke: Let us go. We weren’t bothering anyone back in [redacted] and if you give him back to me I’ll make sure he doesn’t hurt anyone in the future.Agent [redacted]: You know it can’t work that way. He’s too.