He purrs against his leg. Shivers or pleasure run up his body. The leopard purrs and lies down and the boy reaches up a hand and fondles his ears gent...y, feeling the soft fur, soft like a Turkish silken carpet with a hundred double knots per square centimetre.The pink tongue flicks out and curls around the boy's wrist. He takes it into his mouth and the boy's eyes flutter closed. His dark lashes unfairly long and sooty against his cheek. This should be dangerous, his wrist limp in the beast's. "Amanda!" he begged, "Please don't leave me, please don't leave me." His pleas subsided. He told her in a dead voice, "If you leave me I'll be alone." Who in hell said anything about leaving you? For Pete's sake, what's the matter with you?" Anger started to build up inside her. She felt the stirrings of strong resentment toward him."Oh Amanda, Look at how disfigured I am. My face looks like a broken Halloween mask. All my life my father has told me how fine I look and Mother kept saying that. Yups, she liked to show off her figure and she loved showing off to me. I didn’t mind ogling at her.Well, I was not holding off either, after that dirty show off to me, I always started kissing her around her neck and pushing her head against floor and kisses on her silky back. She really liked it, who doesn’t like it when your lover loves you and kisses you? Well, I never asked her to remove her bra or panty. I always kissed her at belly button (navel) and the curves and the triangles. My big goals in life were to win games for the Orioles and win the respect of the pitching coach, Arlie Stone, and the manager, Paul Warren.There were lots of young pitchers starting for the Orioles, and most of them were question marks. They'd earned their spots as starters, but their hold on those jobs was often shaky. If one of them had three bad starts in a row, the club's brass would be looking for help wherever they could find it. I was hoping they'd be looking my way.Unfortunately for.