. This must be a dream. My eyes fluttered open through the usually tired fog and what welcomed me was a sight I'll never forget. My bedding was wet, c...mpletely soaked through. It was only after lifting the duvet that I discovered why... far from any other abnormal situation, the sodden mass of linen was awash with cum."Shit, shit, shit, shit... shhhit!" I leapt out of the sticky mess, my dick, balls, and thighs were matted in cum. My hard cock was scything through the air, flinging droplets of. She would occasionally shoot contemptuous glances at me across the pool. I would try not to let her catch me watching her. When she wasn't shooting telepathic daggers of ice towards me, she was warm and bubbly towards others.I loved the way she tilted her head and folded her right arm across her body to hold her left shoulder whilst she concentrated on what Coach was saying. I loved the way she shook her hair out after she removed her swimming cap. I loved they way her eyes would crinkle when. She was scared, alone, unsure who or whatshe was, and one of the only people to talk to was an older seeminglynative (Asian? Middle-eastern? Pacific islander?) nurse who spoke verylittle English. The woman was friendly and positive, talking often toher in some unknown language, and even held her when she broke down intears early on, which she found somewhat comforting but did not admit toeither the nurse or herself for a long time. The nurse only becameadamant when bringing the daily. They didn't know my story. But they knew about wild young pitchers -- many of whom were playing in this low-level league for that very reason -- their stuff was too out of control to get them a real job in Organized Ball.So I figured he'd be wary. I could put that wariness to good use, if only I could settle down and throw something resembling a strike. Parton gave me the finger again -- literally. It was one finger, indicating fast ball, but it wasn't his index finger, this time. He was.