Annette doesn’t get to be with us all the time. She doesn’t get to sleep with us. You ... We both need to do everything in our power to make her o...e with the two of us. To do that, she needs to be one with you.”My painting had changed. I was no longer slopping poster paint on paper. There was a canvas board on my easel and I’d been working with acrylics. I was beginning to understand what Ms. Clayborn said about the poster paints being my sketchbook. I was feeling the paint move into the fibers. "I jumped as I felt her touch, it was like a electricity. I'd never been touched by a woman before in that way. I suddenly felt very conscious that all I was wearing was a string bikini and and flimsy cotton vest top holding my ample breasts. I felt my nipples strain against the thin fabric and hoped she didn't notice, but I'm sure she did. "Let's get ice cream!" I said jumping up breaking the tension as I walked over and got us two ice creams. I sat down next to Abi again, and I could feel. He aimed its enormous purple head squarely between her eyes, then grinned, and lowered it to point at her chest. She scarcely had time to whip the sheet aside before jet after jet after scalding jet of juice hit her, bang on target. She could feel the individual drops as they splattered off her breast bone. It seemed to go on for hours. Strange, she had always heard there would be a couple of powerful squirts, then a few dribbles, then nothing. Mark laughed and put himself away. "That's all for. The sixth pitch — which would have been an out if hit foul again — sailed over the plate and she hammered it down the first base line, just barely dropping it inside fair territory. It rolled all the way to the fence before the outfielder could get her hand on it. She threw it to the cut-off girl who hurled it toward home, but by then it was too late. Two runs had scored, ending the game with a score of 6-5, Vixens. They were now the regional women's softball champions.The entire team, and most.