" Let's hear about all the sides and what they do," Gary said. "And --who are you, and how are you going to change us? How did that machinechange me... And --" I already told you who I am," Miss Chiff said. "Anyway..." She rattledoff the remaining ninety-two sides of the coin, turning it over in herhand so rapidly that they could barely register the images. "Is thatclear enough?" I... um... maybe," Gary said. "Most of those sound... well, not ideal,but better than this." Are you sure about. Spent hours stroking her back hoping it would lead to something. Gradually i would slide a finger and thumb under her nightie and squeeze her nipples whilst she sleptSometimes she would stir slightly and so i would stop and wait for her breathing to become deep againEver so slowly i would then rub her pussy, at the top by the clit, as she was too sensitive elsewhere initially and would instantly wake and demand to know what i was up toYet as soon as i felt her juices coming through the panties. ‘Am I gonna die, Dawn?’ ‘Oh, no, no, no,’ I insisted cheerfully. ‘I won’t let you.’ Then I felt a pang in my gut, realizing I was promising something I couldn’t deliver. ‘Where ya from?’ Charley asked me. ‘Rhode Island,’ I told him. ‘No kiddin’?’ he asked looking out into space as sightless people often do. ‘I’m from Connecticut, right next door.’ ‘We’re practically neighbors.’ A moment later, he shook violently and groaned. ‘Some water, please,’ he croaked, turning to face me, but not seeing. We were at home so there were people around to help him find a place to lay his head and put his bags and his bats; he brought with him a dozen beautifully-made maple bats from a Canadian source. His home was in Oklahoma where he had a wife and several children. He had played football for one year at the university before deciding that baseball was his game. He was a bright and personable man with a neatly trimmed mustache who sat patiently through numerous interviews after we held a press.