" I enjoyed the game," she said. "That triple you hit was exciting! I didn't know you could run like that!" Like a scalded rabbit, you mean?" I said, ...rinning. "I love to run the bases! I don't want to just be a big slug who hits the long ball." Chicks dig the long ball," Alice said.I was surprised that she had ever heard that old baseball cliché, and even more surprised that she would repeat it."Maybe 'chicks' dig the long ball," I told her, "but real women dig guys who can leg out a. He at first was hesitant but then he hugged her too and started rubbing his hand on her back, during which he realized that Raksha wasn’t wearing any brassiere. He gave a wicked and kinky smile as if he saw what was coming.Now he made Raksha sit on the sofa and asked her about what had happened and to my wonder, Raksha was lying to him like a bitch. To be honest she made a very convincing story. During their conversation, we also learned that, his wife Neeta (who didn’t have as much a good. What he might be doing right now and constantly wondering if he is thinking of me at all. If he even cares about me to begin with? Etc, etc, etc. Insert standard sadness shit here, blah... As you know, I struggle with trying to distract myself with other tasks or activities that might help take my mind off how unworthy I feel - and how much wine I've consumed in recent months - but nothing is helping. I can't even find someone who is willing to hold me for longer than a few hours, without it. As I gently align my bow to your awaiting tranquillity, you begin to make a harmonious reverberation of pleasure. Like the solo in a Kenny G song, your moans resonate through the house. As I draw my bow across your fine instrument this causes your melody to flow more complex, more urgent as the vibrations of my bow echo within your body. Your voice rings out in a song of pure pleasure as my bow reaches every part of your instruments confines, bringing an adoring feeling as this music plays on..