We both said, ‘Oh my God, what was she thinking!’ At first I thought the guy with you had to be your pimp, but then Derrick said that he’s your ...usband! Is that him on the floor leaving with Ramal?’ she asked. I glanced over. ‘Yes, that’s him.’ ‘Was Derrick fucking you while he was out there?’ I simply nodded yes. ‘God, what a tramp you are!’ ‘Who’s a tramp,’ Derrick asked, coming back in the door. ‘Fuckmeat is, who by the way says her name is Chloe!’ ‘Well, she lied to you,’ he said, staring. "Oh, Christ!" squealed Mae as the big collie further increased the speed of his lightning-fast thrusts. "You sweet fuckin' dog!"Each time he jerked his cock back, Abby could see Mae's pink cunt-lips grasping after his prick, and when he fucked his cock back in, her pussy-lips swallowed his prick in with a delicious slurping sound.The night echoed with the sounds of her cunt juices squashing around his glistening prick-shaft."Oh, you sweet fucker!" Mae screamed with delight.As always, the feel. But not George Steinbrenner.The Red Sox had second place all to themselves. Nothing unusual about that, except they had been mathematically eliminated eleven days before the season ended.For us, it had been a great season. I hit 43 homers -- good enough for third-best in the AL. Josh Brennan finished at .401, making him the much-celebrated first man since Ted Williams, in 1941, to hit over .400. Williams had hit .406 that year. Brennan was actually a little bit unhappy. He'd wanted to hit .407!. Not this time. I just feel so confused and lost. Lost in my own mind, trying to figure out what has happened ... If anything had actually even happened. I begin to make my way through the room the same way as I came in. Eyes on the floor, watching it each step.I walk by someone I’ve seen before many times. Except this time I notice his shoe. That same shoe from the bathroom! It flashes in my head again that shoe nudging me onto my back. Standing there while he washed his hands. Stood there.