“But, I mean, I know how to fu...”“Yes, you do. But there’s more to it than just the old in-and-out. You’re a talented amateur, but neverthe...ess an amateur. It can take years to develop a high-end professional, and the turnover is a killer. Don’t worry. You’ll see what I mean.”Jennifer was silent for about half an hour. She had hardly even noticed the takeoff. When drinks were being served, she turned towards her aunt, by now reading a paperback romance, and asked, “What did you mean, about it. I didn't want to do anything to hurt Janet. I would do anything to protect her. I loved her and she loved me. I leaned forward and kissed her. She held me tightly as I came with a jerk. The two of us were bright, happy and gay as we went out to dinner with her parents and mine.BONER-IFFICThat night, Janet and I talked a little about our future, about everyone's future, while we lay nude under the bed covers. We had flashlights underneath and it felt like an old-style slumber party; a naked. I had a friend her name is Nandy (name changed) we were very close and we use to discuss all matters on earth. One day we were speaking about mahabalipuram and I said her I have there a few times and the place is a heaven for lovers. She wanted to visit the place so she requested whether I can take her the sameweekend. I agreed for her request as I always wanted to be with her. To say about Nandy she is very fair and of normal height and has fat at the right place. We decided start to. Finally I opened up against their third hitter with an actual, honest-to-God strike. Fat pitch, actually, and not thrown all that fast, either. But he missed it cleanly. It was a landmark, of sorts. First bona fide strike I'd ever thrown in anger.Maybe I should stop the game and ask for the ball.No, I guess not. They weren't all that big on giving away baseballs in the American Association.Well, I struck that guy out on six pitches! He fouled off a couple, and I missed badly on a couple, but.