Mulino directly."Parker glared, turned and walked off, not quite stomping."You just love to push his buttons, don't you?" Robbie accused.I grinned and...finished eating my hamburger.A week later I was sitting in history class. Normally that would be a good thing. I like history, but today Mr. Calloway had a dentist appointment, so Parker was subbing, which pretty much meant that he was talking about things he didn't understand and didn't want questions or comments. We were supposed to just soak. When Kelly returned we were just chatting and I got up to leave, as I shut the door behind me I saw Patricia coming home from college, we went in together and Patricia went straight upstairs as I sat down and chilled. About 20 minutes had passed when Patricia came downstairs and started to chat, all of a sudden I had a raging hard on that Patricia noticed (you would of had to been blind not to see it) Patricia stood up and walked over saying “well daddy I better take care of that” as she pulled. ."She looked away, embarrassed, blushing. "I'm being too forward, aren't I? Too greedy?" I nodded, and she pressed on before I had a chance to speak. "I'm sorry. But it's like I told the girls last night - I'm not staking any claim on you." She stroked my shorts again, looking into my eyes; I twitched again. "They can have you too. I just want a share." Twitch. "Besides, there's nobody else around to take care of this, so why not let me?"Marissa made a pretty compelling argument; at least, my. I knew that my unusual hitting style was heavily dependent upon having perfect vision.Legend has it that The Great Ted Williams' vision had tested out as considerably better than 20-20. With that swing that Ted had, he probably could have been a successful hitter, even if he had worn bifocals. Not me. I didn't have the sweet swing -- just good hand-eye coordination and exceptional vision. I figured I'd need both to succeed.I also worried about getting hit again. If a ballplayer gets hit in the.