It was lunch time, when things changed,. Now, nobody was even 100% surewhat gender the dead kid was. It was dressed like a boy, but it seemed tohave ...n indefinable feminine quality about it, especially on good days.Despite this confusion, or maybe because of it, a debate developed overwhat would happen if someone kissed the dead kid.None of the boys would volunteer as long as the issue of gender wasunresolved, but one of the girls decided she would risk it.They had heard the nurse at the. ”I shook my head. “You’re so full of shit, Rollie. After you’re through with ballplaying, you’re a sure thing to be an executive – maybe a CEO -- in the fertilizer industry!”By the end of May we were a game over .500 and in first place in the four-team Southern Division of the league. Gwinnett’s club wasn’t that great, but we were, for the moment at least, the class of our pitiful little Southern Division. I was finding International League pitchers to be friendly fellows for the most part, and. So I went into the bedroom and brought back a pair of handcuffs and asked him to handcuff my hands behind my back. After he handcuffed me I then said that the chase would begin and his goal was to catch me and be as rough with my Big Tits as he wanted. He could Squeeze, Pinch, Twist, Pull, Suck, Bite and even use them as Punching Bags if he wanted to but if I gave up he had to stop but if he could get me to give up then he could take me into the bedroom and fuck me and use any or all the sex. I whimpered again. Who had done this to me? What were they now going to do to me? I ached to be able to protect my modesty, but with my arms bound to something on the ceiling I couldn't. Could I get out? I shook my arms back and forth, desperately trying to figure a way to release them. "Oh Jenny, do be still.." a deep voice said just behind my right ear. I yelped, frozen with shock and terror. Again, all I could hear was my sharp, panicked breaths. "Who is that?"my muffled voice said behind.