Kissy nearly broke down crying.“Kissy is this why you won’t shower with the rest of us?” The smirk on the President’s face was unmistakable as...it was kind. “Oh you silly little thing.” a hug. A fucking hug. After all this time worrying about being thrown out on the street and abandoned by the one place she could call home Kissy received a warm, hot choco scented hug. This time she did break down crying, her dark mascara running over her soft dimpled cheeks. “Oh baby, don’t cry. I won’t tell. Day off might do you some good. Relax."He snorted and departed. I went out and taped the lineup cards on the back wall of the dugout. I had my three new outfielders batting first, second and third with Bigger hitting cleanup.During batting practice I talked to Papa Junkins who had been playing left field recently while Buzzy tried out a lanky kid named Frank Smith at first. Imagine somebody named 'Frank Smith" with all the wonderful, and sometimes barely pronounceable names in sports these. Well the ac was on our side of the room. My buddy kept bitching that he was hot and wouldn't go to bed. finally, my girl was like look, we are wanting to mess around, go to bed. My buddy was like no, yall switch rooms with us, then you can. Well the other bed was smaller, no fire place, she didn't want to. At this point mind you, I could have cared less, I just wanted to get my dick in her. But anyway, they argued back and fourth and finally she was like look, I'm gonna just start sucking his. She wore just a little make-up... and with her long black hair hanging loosely about her shoulders, she was a seductive beauty!The night before, while we were having sex, Lisa and I got very excited talking about what we could do to have Dave join us what would happen if he ever did and this was part of the plan. She must have been a real sexy sight for Dave when he saw her come into the living room to join us. As I said, we were sitting on the couch talking and kind of watching the TV when.