We can name the first stadium the John Seamus Stadium.”“Make it the John Seamus Memorial Stadium, because if I don’t kill him, Mom will!”“Ju...t wait until this is all over. You kill him now, who’s going to pay the lawyers?”Since we were already in Atlanta, we went to a restaurant, a Thai place in Midtown that Kelly had heard of. We discussed what was happening; it all seemed to me like I had stepped into The Twilight Zone. Kelly also teased me about what would happen if our first stadium was a. She was thin as a rail and if it hadn’t been for the slight but obvious breasts and flare of her hips, I might have thought she was a guy at first. But her voice was soft and heavenly. I love a southern drawl, Miss Scarlett.“Hi,” I said, always quick with a clever response. “I’m Tony. If you are referring to the racquetball poster, then yes, that’s me.”“I’m Whitney,” she said. There was a softness to the i-sound that just sucked me in.“Nice to meet you. Can I get you a Coke?”“They got fizzy. Time slows way down when you're waiting for your lover to call. Time slowed down, but my thought processes speeded up. Barbie called saying she'd done something stupid last night. Dad called saying I needed to know something. Were the two calls related? I recalled the fantasy I'd used to get myself off last night - Dad fucking Barbie in the back seat of the Honda. Criminy! And I blew them both off!I started to worry. I waited and worried. I worried so much I quit petting my pussy. An hour later. "Don't forget my balls" I said "suck on them and get them nice and wet, use them like cough drops and suck the fuckers hard".His mouth clamped greedily around my bollocks and with both hairy balls encased in his hot mouth he worked my nuts with his tongue and sucked me like a fucking vacuum cleaner. I spread my legs wide and lifted them slightly so that my hairy arsehole was now within easy reach of his tongue."Now you have to rim my hole for me and make it slimy with spit".He looked quizzical.