We're paying them too." Not as much. You gonna trade the preacher?" he asked."Maybe," I said, willing myself to be calm."And McGinty?"I nodded. "Could...be." That stupid-assed woman, she make you do this?" he asked, looking worried."Mrs. Jepperson?" I said. "Nope, she had nothing to do with it. We're just losing too many games. Shit, you haven't had a loud foul in your last fifteen at-bats, haven't had a RBI in a week. They're paying me to win. Day off might do you some good. Relax."He snorted. It had started out at the normal foot or two, but quickly zoomed inward. I thought it was stabilizing somewhere around the outside of my clothes, but it kept going. In seconds I was so adjusted to conditions that my brain wouldn't have objected if someone's finger sank three inches deep into my flesh. Which wasn't that far-fetched; there are Siamese twins who aren't as close as we all were.Gradually, though, I began to notice that someone seemed closer than everyone else. Someone behind me kept. The things that happened here are... well, they're gone. They're part of the past!" Are they, Michael?" she smiled gently, the blueness of her eyes alive with a light of certainty. "Are you sure it's gone? Just like that; just because you say it's gone?" Yes, I'm sure," he nodded, lowering his eyes from hers to escape her probing gaze and feeling more and more uneasy by the moment.The softness of her fingertips were on his cheek, lightly caressing. His eyes rose to her again and that confident. Pleasure was my main goal. “Just watch my nipples. Definitely avoid my pussy.” “Okay.” His smile disappeared and he grew serious.I was nervous like I was in line for a roller coaster. Roller coasters and I did not get along. One hand held my side, his other held the candle over the space between my tits. He tilted the candle towards me and no wax came out. He tilted a little further and I spotted it cresting out of the crown. He let a large drop pour out and I closed my eyes. I gasped. I.