You want to mind telling me why you called a 900 number -- seventeen times?" Oh, that." I turned back to chopping up carrots. "I was talking to Mary L...u."I could hear his teeth grinding and knew his patience was wearing thin. "Who is Mary Lou?" he asked in an unusually low voice."She's my psychic." Your psychic?" Uh huh." I turned and waved the knife as I spoke, for emphasis. "See, I figure if anyone can tell me when this heat spell is gonna end, it would be a psychic." I smiled, certain that. It was a wonderful end to a shitty day.From my first girlfriend to my first and second wives, all knew that I got really turned on by spanking. Most were prepared to give me a sore bottom and some, my second wife in particular, quickly learnt to thoroughly enjoy being spanked herself. Sex afterwards was always so good.So here is a real life happening from quite a few years back. I'll tell it to you because it was one of the most intense sexual experiences I'd ever had; thus the details have. "I heard."What happens if, after the final games, it's a tie?" she asked."It won't be."It wasn't. We won two out of three in New York, and the Sox lost their last two in Tampa. Baltimore was the East champion, and the Red Sox would be the ones who had to start their series in California as the Wild Card.Back in Baltimore on Sunday, I drove directly to Johns Hopkins from the airport. I had an "AL East Champions" baseball cap to place on Nolan Ryan O'Conner's bald head.The cap was adjustable, but. Mommy changes my diaper because it's full of poopy and I went wee-weeagain. Mommy gives me a bath. I like to splash the water. Mommy puts myjammies on. I don't like it. I don't want to go night-night. I say, "No!No!"Mommy opens Mommy's shirt and bra and I see milky boobs. I like milkyboobs. Mommy picks me up and I get a nipple. I suckle and it feels best ofall. I snuggle with Mommy. Mommy loves me. I'm happy.***DOWNSIDEI wake up. It's dark and I'm in my crib. I'm all alone. I don't like it..