"Shiggie?" I asked, stalling for time to think of what to say to Mitchell."No. Emperor Hirohito, I'm talking about," Mitchell said, the sarcasm thick...."Yeah -- Squiggy!" Shiggie," I corrected."Whatever. Is he bent, or not?" Shiggie is the club's best pitcher at this moment," I said. "He behaves himself, he stays in shape, and he has been a credit to the Orioles' organization. I don't know about his sleeping habits, and I don't think it's any of your damned business, either!"Amy reached over and. I looked over at Jill and received a smile. She never said anything about it.I didn't see Jill very often after that. We moved to the suburbs and I attended a different high school than my sisters had. Mom let them finish at the school they were at. After that, they moved out on their own. I hardly ever saw Jill. All I had, was our moment in time. Whenever I'd thought about it, it made me smile. Kind of the 'what if' syndrome.What if I was older? What if we dated and became closer? Throughout. He pushed a finger deep inside me and at the same time his tongue slid between my lips. My legs went weak; but his free hand was pressed against my stomach holding me to the wall. I reached into his hair with my free hand and moaned aloud in delight. His finger caressed inside me moving in deep and then almost out while his tongue worked my clit. I was panting heavily and practically dripping down below. I could feel myself on the verge of orgasm. It was building quickly. Right then he tugged. I made a photograph of them. Since it was almost 11AM, I decided to call Lois on the phone. I gave her the emergency phone numbers and asked her to have a search for home address using their numbers. I didn’t plan to bother her with a criminal records search, since a man with a felony couldn’t own a bar, but I decided to let Lois do her thing.“Lois?” I said to the voice that answered her work phone.“No, It’s Deputy Purcell,” The voice answered.“Is Lois around?” I asked.“No, she went home. She.