“That way, you won’t have to worry about whether you are here as our daughter or our slave.”“Yes, Mother,” Kathleen replied. “I suppose so...”“Well, I think it’s very reasonable,” Betty continued. “And it’s very considerate of Marge to worry about you like that. She must be a wonderful mistress.”“She’s hot, too,” piped up Brett who had met Marge many times when he visited his sister. “And Mandy’s hot too.” Brett was three years younger than Kathleen but still acted like a teenager in her. I slowly pulled my vehicle into the garage. The door promptly closed behind me. “You can get out of the car,” Dani told me. “There's someone that you should see first.” I opened my car door and climbed out of the vehicle. It was at that moment that I saw her. It was Emma. She was wearing a light orange cheerleader top and a short orange miniskirt. She had a black bow in her hair to go along with black socks and white tennis shoes. Emma gasped when she saw me. “Oh, my God, it's great to see. By the end of April, we were 17-12 and in second place behind the Red Sox. I had two homers and twelve runs batted in, and I was hitting .266.Not great. But not awful.We needed Brennan back, and I knew it as well as anybody. But it didn't keep me from enjoying the opportunity to play every day. And I felt as if I was slowly getting my batting eye back. It's hard to be a hitter when you're only getting called upon every fourth day or so.Zeke Taylor was incredibly encouraging. He was always. By the time we graduated college it had become an obsession. I would see black men and picture myself on my knees, pleasuring them. I'd picture myself being forced to suck them as I feigned innocence and disgust. I would think about how long and thick their dicks were, and obsess over BBC interracial porn. My girl and I had sex less and less at this point, but I still considered myself straight, and never actually followed through or did anything despite my growing fixation. We broke up with me.