It would just be my little secret. My own dirty little secret. And it would feel so fucking GOOD! I came to another stop light, and glanced over to th... unconscious girl sitting in the front seat of my mini-van. Actually, she was more laying than sitting. Just before she had passed out, she had reached forward and dropped the back of the front seat to a forty-five degree angle.While at the stop light, my eyes couldn’t help but notice the expanse of thigh showing below the hem of the girl’s tight. Desperate to cover her nakedness before God, she grabbed one of the men’s shirts and quickly pulled it over her head. This calmed her somewhat, and she found that the shirt covered her completely and that it fit surprisingly well considering that Rachel had always been the tallest one in the family- lately she’d even been taller than her father. She belatedly realized how ridiculous that she must look standing there in the church barefoot and dressed only in a men’s work shirt and granny. ”I lifted Cissy up and carried her to my cabin. I laid her carefully on my pristine bed, gently lifted her dress and replaced her panties before arranging her clothing decorously. I rang for a steward and stood in my cabin doorway, hoping that the bell would be answered by a stewardess. It was, a woman in the thirties.I put my finger to my lips and whispered:“I’ve just come back on board and found…” I stood aside and let her see Cissy sprawled on my bed.“Oh dear! Are you going to…”“Complain? Of. Morris' personal assistant urged him to take some time away from the team to relieve some of the stress he was under. Morris declined. He knew that any sign of weakness would mean the end of his tenure with the team – and probably with any team. He had worked his whole life for this opportunity and he wasn't going to let one player ruin everything.By the last week in August, Brock was ready to go on a minor league rehab assignment. The problem was that there was no place for him to go. The.