Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the batting average was only an aftertho...ght when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and look at his whole line, of course. The. "We fuck in here most day's you know..."Cole gritted his teeth against a sob and a little part of him stopped to wonder why he was surprised. Jared was cool, confident, experienced. He was not. Anyone with sense could have foretold something like this happening. Cole had come fresh for his BSL class to find Jared kissing him, kissing Joel, and he had turned around with such a look of triumph until he'd seen Cole. He had blood on his mouth... his inner voice said, Was he kissing Joel? Are you. The next day when we woke up,there was a letter.Dear familyI will not live here where people are so mean. I will not live at aplace where my father lets some priest say that my little brother ispossessed by the devil. I will not live with my father that does notshow his love for everyone in the family.I love my brother. He reminds me so much about Mum. He is not afraid toshow himself. He does not wear dresses because he is a sissy or gay.Hewears them because he thinks its funny. I love him for. He felther luscious lips meet his in a passionate kiss when suddenly a CLICKwoke him up.Tim sat up startled and incredibly turned on. He glanced down andnoticed that he was again wearing yet another pair of pink silk panties,but that his dick barely stretched them out any further. His head wasspinning from the strange dream and he initially was going to brush itto the back of his mind when he suddenly heard something jingle. Hisheart raced as he reached up and felt what he had feared the.