After that we showered and went to supper.Supper turned out to be a hurried affair for me. Tilly's family, while more controlled was still anxious for...a little servicing. I was fed a baked potato, a medium rare 'T-bone' steak, a fresh salad that included lettuce and cucumbers from our own garden, and a tall, cold beer. Once that was put away, I was back ploughing a furrow. For desert I needed to take care of Tilly's sister, Angela and Angela's oldest girl, Kristen. To make things spicy, Angela. I glanced over with slitted eyes and right next to me I saw Chris lying on top of my wife rocking his hips smoothly forward and backward. I had to blink several times to clear my head and an effort make sense as to what I was seeing. The blanket was barley covering his back and as the motion continued in a slow steady manner the blanket began to slip down more and more, slipping towards his ass, finally slipping entirely off. My bleary eyes got wide at what was actually happening. Paulenes. " Yes," Blondie responded dryly. "You third-basemen have to stick together. I figured it was something like that -- why you were so interested."I blushed a little, and looked, again, at Patricia Wyman, whose expression still gave away nothing. It was like she wasn't listening -- or wasn't there at all."Actually," I said, finally, allowing myself to look straight at Patricia Wyman for the entire time, "she's the second-most-beautiful third baseman I've ever seen!"Well, that got their attention:. "I'm not going to die Dirar, at least not today I Pray." I looked at my guests. In addition to his coughing, Dirar was beginning to look very sick, and the other two were sweating profusely in the cool room. I sighed. "I'm surprised you didn't immunize yourselves beforehand."Majd shook his head. "There is no cure, no antidote. This is a martyrdom operation." Indeed?" I replied. "Pity." Oh? You don't wish our company in death?"I shook my head. "No, not that. It's just a pity that I suspect.