She kneels upon the king-sized bed with love in her eyes, a passion reflected as he drinks in the sight of her, his lawful wedded wife. He stares in a...oration at blue eyes filled with joy, at golden curls cascading, at her heart-shaped face smiling beneath the veil. Cleavage bared above the white corset, dress spilling out over the bed, sheer stockings and garter sheathing her long and supple legs. Like every bride on her wedding day, she's beautiful.A warm summer breeze blows through the open. There, the textsof many authors were arranged in alphabetical order by authors name.For one brief moment, the name of the author whose house she was nowin escaped her mind, but then, her eyes fell upon his name in the H's,and she beamed with pleasure. They were humbly categorized with theothers, and were not set apart. They were slender, over sized books,hard cover in cloth, and they reminded her of the music scores she gotfrom the library. She took the set from the shelves and carried theminto. I knew there had been little-guy pitchers who'd made it big. Who was that guy, pitched for Philadelphia, back in pre-history? He'd hung around for years! Oh, yeah! His name was Bobby Shantz!I looked him up, too. He was five-six! Five-six! I was a giant, compared to that dude! Shantz weighed in at one forty two! I wondered if he had been a hard thrower. Well, the book said he'd struck out 152 guys that one big year he had, when he went 24-7. Not bad! Maybe he was like me: small but fast.Then. She was ready when I tried to throw her off in protest. Between the handcuffs on my wrists and her knee on my shoulder, she held me trapped. "Take it you bastard," she cried out. "This is better than you deserve. Do you want me to show you how shitty you are?" "No, Missy, please," I blubbered as the stream dribbled to an end. "Lick me!" she demanded. "Finish like I told you," she added as she dropped back onto my face. I don't want to think about how much I swallowed. I don't want to remember.