" Jman said defensively. I was only 8 years younger then him. "SHIT-" D-Money exclaimed, "he's 2 years older then my sister!" Jman didn't comment on t...at. D-Money picked me up, and dragged me over to the bed. He helped me up, then bitch slapped me backwards, I crashed onto the bed like a fallen meteor. "What you going to do to him?" Jman asked, sounding concerned. "I'm gonna show him what we been doing every friday when his ass is at work." D-Money told Jman to get up on the bed, and to. Find out about what?" he insisted."Uh, well you caught us. You know you have a birthday coming up in a couple of weeks and Donna's is next month." Yeah." Well, we were just talking about a special surprise for you both for your birthday." What surprise," came the question from a now smiling face."Well, it wouldn't be a surprise if I told you, now would it?" I won't tell," said the youngster."No, you won't because I am not going to tell you," laughed Peter going over and picking the boy up in. Her eyes widened and she asked me how I knew so I told her about the pub toilets and she pushed me further on being more specific about length and such like. Eventually asking me if I thought she would be able to take it all. I told her we might have to see before rolling over and going to sleep. .I woke early in the morning and Sarah was laying awake on her back breathing deeply and her knees were raised up so she was clearly playing with herself. I leaned over and kissed her and asked her. The season was far from over, but even were we to win all three against the Yankees (a highly unlikely scenario) we would end the month well out of first place.After New York, we'd fly to Seattle for three, and then to Anaheim for three more. The season was beginning to wear on us, physically.I was getting more playing time because Paul Warren wanted to rest all the regular outfielders as much as possible, and with our right fielder occasionally spelling Josh Brennan at first, I was getting.