Our manager was a rookie, too -- Paul Warren, just up to the Big Club after three years managing the Orioles' Double-A club in nearby Bowie, Maryland....Warren was about 40, a former Orioles utility infielder, and a Helluva good guy, from all I'd heard. My big goals in life were to win games for the Orioles and win the respect of the pitching coach, Arlie Stone, and the manager, Paul Warren.There were lots of young pitchers starting for the Orioles, and most of them were question marks. They'd. She'd never heard him talk like that, not to her. He backed away from her, staring at her as if she was someone he didn't know. And it hurt her. It hurt badly."There might be another explanation, Justin, did you think of that?" She knew she was reaching but she had to believe that she wouldn't have gone to bed with a murderer."Sure there is, Jenna. Somehow his hospital badge got into the same dumpster with our victim's clothing. It ended up getting tangled up in her bra, the inside of her bra. You need to shower before you get that nice little ass back on base." Half asleep and still drunk I did as I was told, got out of the car and headed towards his house.Once inside he pointed to the bathroom and handed me a large white towel. In the shower the hot water felt good as it poured over my tight tanned 17 year old body. I began to sober up a little and was giving my 8 inch semi hard cock some extra attention with the shower gel, when I heard "Mmmmm delicious..." Through the steam I saw. You can get me that big hard cock I felt as you were frisking me.”I move towards the door and lock it, and then turn around, releasing my gun belt so it hits the floor."Ma'am, please get against the wall right now."She does. I kick and spread her feet apart. Her hands and arms are high above her head against the wall. I quickly take one hand and grab a handful of hair. I pull back on it, whispering into her ear."Be careful what you ask for."With her head pulled back, I press hard against her. I.