I knew a little history of the game, and I knew that for a long time — about a 15-year run in 60's and 70's — my club, the Orioles, had been the b...st-run franchise in the game. More recently, not so much. With the coming of the Washington Nationals a few years back, the Orioles had essentially moved from a "middle-market" franchise to just-another small market team. They still drew well, but the Nationals definitely had a negative effect on Oriole attendance, income from radio and TV, and on. “Yes, you’re right. You all grow up so fast,” he said as he walked towards the camper.“Good night, Mr. Austin,” I opened the tent and went inside. A felt a bit bad leaving Julia like that, but it was better than being discovered by her dad. A few minutes later I heard the camper door open and close. That must have been Julia, and relieved, I fell asleep.-----------The next morning we all had breakfast in front of the camper. I was watching Julia closely but she acted like nothing had happened. I was in heaven. My hand grabbed his sandy brown hair and pulled which only encoraged my little slut to suck more. I felt myself thrust into Louis mouth, he gagged hard the tears streaming down his face but he soldierd on sucking like the little expert he was. I held his cheek as he sucked but I stopped him in a fit of passion and pulled him up by his chin. Your a good little slut arent you darling? I asked sexily. He nodded his head fast. And you wanna make Hazzy feel good dont you? another. I drew my sword and pointed it at the crowd. ?Shall I ask again?? ?That is enough!? ?Who said that?? I asked as I scanned the crowd for the man that dare speak against me. Rarely had a man used such a tone against me and kept his head. The crowded hurried from the town square to reveal a single elderly man with a long white beard. He huddled over towards us, supporting himself with a rudimentary wooden cane. ?It was I. I am the leader of this town.? ?Our Queen.