Here I was, bent over on a bed for a total stranger I had never even talked to and didn't even know his name yet any minute he would be inside me plea...uring himself with my ass. It was so erotic but then my thoughts were interrupted with the sound of the door opening and I knew it was time. I couldn't see a thing and could only go off the sounds behind me to let me know what was going on. I heard him walk in and close the door behind him then walk to the night stand. I was nervous. I was. You realize you're going to shock people, right?" I'm kinda counting on it. Hey, I can pitch. I know it. Pretty soon, they're all gonna know it. Damn the prejudices." Did you get a lot of this back in Boston?" he asked."Actually, no, but I played with the same guys, mostly, right from Little League. They all knew what I could do. But there are other problems. I didn't have a long list of guys lining up for dates." Yeah, I laid down a hint, I admit it."Guys. So, you are straight, then." Yes.. She ignored him completely, not even a glance in his direction. She hates me, he thought, she fucking hates me.He was sitting with a couple of his friends, Terry and Michael, on the grass at one point. Jen had to go talk to the coach about something. She had no choice but to walk by him. She's coming this way, he thought in a panic. Suddenly his hands had a mind of their own, pulling grass out by the handfuls. His heart raced. Of course his friends had pointed her out to him when she showed up.. Zwar gab es, wie immer, gern tratschende Leute, die über den Alterunterschied der Sabine/Jürgen-Beziehung die Nase rümpften, das war aber lediglich der blanke Neid. Seltsam nur, dass auch diese Leute sich darum rissen, zur Vermählungsfeier im Hotel >Vier-Jahreszeiten< eingeladen zu werden, um sich tüchtig auf Kosten von Sabine Feiler bzw. von Bruno Feiler vollzufressen und zu saufen. Und zuerst heirateten Bruno Feiler und seine Frau Tina, geb. Mittermaier Anfang Oktober, und eine Woche später.