Dave is still at shortstop when Martin moves over to cover second base. Mo races for the wall while looking over his left shoulder to track the ball i... its flight. The batter and runners are all in motion. Everyone who’s not running is watching Mo and the ball while thinking it’s a home run. Mo feels the difference in the ground when he hits the warning track. Instead of slowing down he speeds up a touch. A couple of paces later he throws himself upwards at the wall at an angle with his forward. She had found the videos I kept so preciously in my special folder - CEI. I knew exactly what those letters stood for. So did all those women, those voices I kept hidden in there, and the couple stories I had written over the years. But my wife didn’t know what CEI meant, she didn’t know what I wrote. Until now. My secret was out. Fuck.What did she think? How did she feel? Was she mad? Disgusted? Were we ok? Of course we were ok. We’d been together 15 years. We have good communication. We’re. The way Izzy face fell when her mum entered the room could have broken a mirror. “Why do you treat your sister like that Isabella!” she shouted with sternness and a cold heart, “Isn’t it bad enough you treat Max like that, now Ashley.” While this was going on Gene awakened from her slumber, only to see the mother and daughter argument. “I leave you alone if you want?” she asked, “I need to take this blanket and pillow up to Max.” With a pleasant smile on her face and an evil. At least there was that. When she looked up and saw I'd been watching her gaze locked to my groin, she grinned sheepishly and said, "geez, Jase, you weren't kidding about the potential arousal problem." And giggled, adding, "Not to worry, bro. I'll take it as a complement."We both looked away for a little bit. Then, with an almost girlish glee, she stood swiftly and said, "whee, I'm I nudist." And strode from the room. "This calls for a celebration, don't you think?" she called from the.