After about four overs, the pace picked up a little, and the ball started to move. One of the opening batsmen nicked the ball to slip, and it was snat...hed up. There was applause, and the batsman walked."What happened then?" He just nudged the ball with his bat, and it was caught by a fielder before it hit the ground, so he's out." I didn't see a thing!" That is the trouble with this game; you have to keep watching, and the moment you get distracted something happens!"The new batsman played. The chair threatened to tip forward and fold me backward, but I managed to bring my thighs up just in time to shift the balance in my favor. Having conquered the momentum of the chair, I took a deep breath, and let it out from my flaming lungs. My entire body was pouring with sweat, my hair was matted, and my clothes were damp and hot, but I had done it. With just a simple twist of my body, I was slouched back in the chair, and facing Catherine Jonias.“There,” I wheezed, “you fucking cunt.”She. Her jaw dropped when she walked into the house. John walked around the corner of the lounge and into the corridor to meet her wearing one of her basques, her stockings and her knickers; lacking the high heels but only because her shoes didn’t fit. She looked at him strangely until his hand raised her head and his glossed lips kissed her full on the mouth.She thought about those times he had questioned her about making love with a woman. She thought he meant a real one; one with tits the size of. For those of you who did not read that story, I'll give you a short synopsis. I work too damn hard and too damn many hours on my job. My home life sucks because I'm too damn tired from the job to give my wife the attention I want to give and get too many honey do lists finished.The stress was getting to me so I decided to treat myself to some happy hour drinks. The problem is I tend to go overboard with everything I do and after a few weeks of drinking my wife, she warned me that if I didn't.
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