Then we can swap," I agreed with a grin, "not that fucking Anton is an unpleasant experience. I can attest otherwise myself." What about me?" Max grin...ed."Yeah ... you ... you get to fuck the first woman who has the nerve to moon me. How about it, girls? First to moon me in public gets Max up the ass," I encouraged the ladies."With my boots on?" Nydia laughed, bending over with her miniskirt up, making it quite clear that she went commando."With your boots on ... Max, nail that sweet ass of. The conversation lasted long enough for the pitching coach to come out, and the ump went out to have his say before breaking it up. The pitcher threw wide of the plate and I walked to first with a very dirty uniform already. I should have stepped across the plate and hit the slow batting practice ball he threw. That would have really pissed him off.Longoria came to the plate and acted apprehensive against this pitcher. I wondered why. The first pitch was like my first pitch and barely missed. Howell with the macho, fat Captain! Could the blustery big man survive as a tiny woman?How the fat man had fruitlessly struggled to escape all the way to the laboratory! He was like a child in Igor's inhumanly strong clutches. Mrs. Howell went quietly to whatever fate awaited her with the dignity of a French Aristocrat. After the second exchange of human minds was finished, Igor returned them to the dungeon and locked up the two dazed subjects. Then he unlocked and grabbed the beautiful, petite. There was brief panic- had I popped a boner while breaking up with someone? No, no- I was stood just as stoic and impassive as before. "What?" I said. "You- did you...?" Serah scrunched her tear-blotched face in confusion, her sadness apparently briefly set aside. "Nothing. Weird." Had she just picked up on my little daydream? No way. I thought about it again, about little Samantha spreading her arse-cheeks and looking over her should at me with those big, blue eyes... Proportioned.