I feel like I could just go on and on and on." Ahhh ... the problem is men can't really go on and on. You women corner the market on such, but maybe i... we had multiple men available you would be able to go on and on and on. As you say." As Ares spoke his fingers seemingly turned into butterflies, fluttering their ticklish wings in the midst of my most intimate parts."Aughhh, please. I need you in me." To make the situation worse, I could easily see that Olivia was starting to slowly bounce up. The business card was for Escorts Plus, and said "feminine companionship with a little extra" and the check from the same company, was made to my real name and in the memo line stated, "For services rendered as sissy sabrina, c.s. Whore". The amount of the check was one dollar. When the maid returned to the room, I was looking as decent as possible, given the circumstances and happily signed the release which stated that my belongings had not been bothered during my stay. Again, I had been. ”“Kara and I tried. We need you.”I shook my head, “Bethany, I’ll be right back.”I followed Abbie to the basement where my son was, indeed, having a full-blown temper tantrum. I decided to try something I’d thought about.“Albert, that isn’t a very good tantrum,” I said. “I couldn’t even hear you upstairs! You need to cry louder and kick your feet harder and pound your fists more!”“Uh, Steve, we’re trying to get him to stop!” Kara said quietly.I nodded, “Louder, Albert. Aunt Bethany can’t hear. I could have played for Ohio State, too, and gotten my scholarship close to home. But, as a rule, the northern schools aren't as prominent in baseball, and it's murder, trying to play ball in March and April, up in Ohio.So UAB had suited me better. But I didn't kid myself that it was Stanford. Neither was Ohio State like Stanford. I guess, truth be known, even back when I was coming out of high school, the recruiters from places like Stanford had looked at me and said, "Nope. Too much of a long.