He told her she'd got a man to practice this time. An Aussie nicknamed "The Slot", because he was so good at hitting the same target, over and over ag...in. The tall, redheaded Aussie met her at the practice court. She was impressed with his serve, he kept putting it in just the right place for her to hit, but varying the power so she had to move around the court quickly. She felt really energised again. When it was time for the break she walked of the court with him.Coming back, she found that. " He sniffed. "You're kind'a long-legged ain'cha?"Jean nodded and pitched, leaping off the rubber and concentrating on her follow-through, snapping her wrist as she let go. She ended up square, facing the batter after grunting with effort. It felt good, and she smiled, remembering how she had been taught about fielding her position."That's better. Now push with your right toe and swing your left leg out there, off to the right, try to get your throwing arm a little higher, out to the side.. His mind began to wander again. He was amazed! Kara had literally transformed him into a pretty little housewife in a matter of hours. He did look like something from a 1950's TV show. And she had done it with so little protest from him. He felt helpless to say no to her and she knew it. Was it her or was he really just eager to dress up again but just afraid to show it?Deep down he was still searching for answers. It was all so confusing. He still hadn't quite gotten over the time in High. 18-20 Jahren kamen mir entgegen, etwas weiter von meinem Auto weg als ich. Sie trugen Baskettballtrikots und -hosen. Obwohl ich gerade noch davon geträumt hatte harten Sex mit Schwarzen zu haben wurde mir mulmig und ich fingerte schon nervös mit meinem Autoschlüssel herum. Grinsend kamen die Drei auf mich zu.Ich erreichte vor ihnen mein Auto, doch war ich so nervös, ich bekam einfach nicht den Schlüssel ins Schlüsselloch. Da bekam ich einen harten Schlag auf den Po, ich drehte mich wütend herum.