The jeans were designer, the blouse was tailored and shaped to show off a pair of sizable breasts, and the boots looked fancy. I wasn’t sure who she...might be, but she looked suspicious. Rance was leaning against the truck with his arms folded across his chest. From this distance I couldn’t tell what his expression was, and I couldn’t hear what they were saying. The conversation continued for sometime until the woman moved to Rance, put her arms around his neck, and kissed him … hard, then. The girls loved the attention and gladly accepted being tortured, gangbanged, creampied, skullfucked, and generally treated like pieces of hot teenage meat. Our kinda girls. But once we started letting them go back to concerts again they started doing even more. The sisters got in the habit of bringing us home gifts. They would find young, dumb whores at the concerts and lure them back to the penthouse. Sometimes we kept our presents, playing with them any chance we got, and sometimes we. Don’t even think of another position. Just learn all the strategies of second base. By the way, who taught you to bunt—if they don’t play in for a bunt you could get a hit every…” Crack! Jose drills one that bounces all the way to the fence. Jeff flies around the bases, but Jose admires his hit before running.“What did you do wrong, Jose.”Puzzled, “Wrong?”“Jose, you see the pitches real good. But after hitting the ball, your job is running like a gazelle, not seeing where the ball goes.”“Oh.. ” Joanne replied.“Push the door and take the stairs up to the third floor.” The voice said as the door buzzed.Joanne pushed the door and walked inside the building, the door closing slowly behind her. She paused for a moment and jumped as the door swung shut with a loud “slam!” She exhaled heavily and found the stairs around the corner to her right. She slowly made her way up to the third and top floor of the building. As she climbed the stairs she tried to see what was going on, but there were.