The pitcher, a young fella I’d never heard of was blazing ‘em by batter after batter at 90 mph or better when I realized all the kid had was a fas...ball.I called out to the batter, “Look. He’s throwing the same pitch every time. The ball crosses the plate in the same place over and over. He’s pitching in the low 90’s. Time it.”Two pitches later.CRACKCRACKCRACKThe grin on the batters face was priceless. The pitcher, however, wasn’t happy.So I hollered, “Hey. Stop throwing the four seam fastball.. ”“I’m afraid I don’t have than kind of...”“No, no, my dear,” he smiled, “you will not be betting any money.”“Then... ?”“Your bet, my dear Gwen shall be an article of clothing.”“And if I lose, I remove that article.”“Exactly.”“Sounds a lot like strip poker.”“To a degree. However if you win you keep your article of clothing and win a great deal of money. No matter, whatever you win is yours to keep.”“So you and your friends bet money while I bet my clothes.”“Yes.”“And what happens if I lose all. I thought, I don’t use the word love very loosely, so we’ll see. “But by the time I am fully taking you, you will be so wanting this black monster, you’ll admit that my cock owns your pussy. Your pussy will from that point belong to me. That means if I call, you come fuck me, or I come fuck you somewhere else. It also means you will fuck whoever I want you to fuck. You will provide me with sex no matter where I ask, even if you have to crawl under a table at a restaurant to give my cock and. ? When Iwasn?t in my cell, I was in prison attire, scratchy unpressed cotton fatiguepants and shirt, and a pair of combat boots.?Prisoners who brought underwear with them were required to launder themthemselves; I had none, so I went without.? We were sent out in chain-gangstyle, shackled to each other at the ankles, to perform menial labor likepicking up litter and clearing brush from the installation perimeter.? I was the only female inmate on that crew;nobody could ever say the Army wasn?t.