She had seemed oblivious to the things I had done or said and didn’t even remember my name and yet she had clearly observed me.“You probably came ...lean with your mommy and daddy and told them I took you to a strange old dude’s house last week and let you hook up with his wife?” she asked.“No, I just told them that I got crazy for the nookie and that you drove us some place and I bought everyone breakfast,” I admitted. I used my dad’s word “nookie” as a bit of a joke. Betty didn’t seem surprised. “Who you? Naw.” And said, “You ain’t got any of that Lea.”He was right, I wasn’t the same girl that I was a few weeks ago. I said nothing as I buttoned up my dress.“That was a foul.” Luke announced, “penalty to the girls.”The other girls let me take it and I scored.By then the score was girls 4, boys 3.I backed away from the action for a while again and soon the boys equalised.As the game went on the tingling in my pussy started to disappear so I got back into the game and ‘engineered’ another. H.E. pier, looking charming in her sky-blue dress, her lovely face shadowed by the big, floppy straw hat, its red and white ribbon fluttering gently in the breeze. Behind her was the liner we were due to board, “Hurry up!” she exhorted, as I took five pictures of her, four of them with her arm in the way of her face as she tried to prevent an errant zephyr from trying to steal her hat and run away it. Her skirt blew up slightly, revealing her shapely thighs, and I sighed. I was going to miss. We were in the area of cities like Flint, Pontiac and then the outskirts of the big D. Detroit. The rednecks call it Deeetroyit. The French who settled here pronounced it "Day twah."Whatever you call it, being here made me remember that Detroit was as much a state of mind as a place. Detroit is a city that's known for roaring Tigers, crippled Lions, wild Mustangs, and a giant metal fist. Detroit gave us, Joe Louis, Motown, and most importantly ... Cars. During the war, Detroit picked itself up.