Ever so gently, Revish placed his hands on the side of her ribs from behind. He felt the slightest quiver through her shirt."Breathe," he said in almo...t a whisper.Nara's chest rose and fell, feeling his warm hands on her body but not restraining her at all."Pull your leg back. That's it," he continued to guide her with a milky voice, "Stretch it out. Keep breathing. Arch your back gently. Belly forward. Breathe." Every time he uttered the word “breathe”, it felt like a tickling whisper at her. The knot on her pajama bottoms came loose and the cloth parted and she felt the rough fabric of his blue jeans against her half-exposed stomach.After a few, last hard strokes he groaned and collapsed against her, his labored breathing hot against her neck.She wasn't sure what had happened -- but she thought he had "climaxed." That was a word less embarrassing to her than “orgasm.”He lay on top of her and she felt the hardness in his jeans go away after his last spasm. He relaxed in her arms;. " My father fought at Meldorf," came the heated reply."That's why we lost there!" You take that back!" Make me!"And the brawl began. The two boys were quite evenly matched by height and weight, and for a while, neither gained an advantage. That frustrated the older lad, and he tried to ram his knee into the younger boy's groin. Quickly, Joerg snapped his thighs shut, but he could not avoid the blow altogether. Pain shot through his lower body, and for the first time in his life, he experienced. We won again -- no thanks to my limited offensive prowess.In the final game of the Detroit series, I took the collar. Just when I thought all was well, I went oh-for-five. We lost that one, and I deserved some of the credit for the no-show of the Orioles' offense.I called Sandy after the game, even though it was already close to midnight."Did you hear what happened?" Yeah. I listened to the radio." I went oh-for-five!" Yeah." Jesus, Sandy!" Hey, nobody ever said you were going to hit every.