All except one of the kids failed to show any particular interest at all in my status as pro athlete, although they were polite and eager to talk to Z...ke Taylor, visiting human being.One little guy -- a blonde kid, maybe eight or nine -- actually knew who I was when Alice introduced me to the group. He asked me for my autograph, and we had a nice little chat about the Orioles. So my years of trying to learn to hit a curveball hadn't been entirely in vain. As Alice Winslow had predicted, though,. “Uncle Andy, are you listening?” “Excuse me, I’m sorry, what?” I stammered. Rachel chuckled a bit. “I said that Morgan is spending the weekend with us, but needs to go home and pack up the clothes and things she needs to stay over. Could you give us a ride to her house so we can pack and then bring us back?” she repeated sounding a little annoyed. “Well, if it’s OK with your mom, I don’t have any issues with it. There’s not a lot of room in my old truck, though. One of you will have to sit in. “Good lord was I your first?” I asked.“Of course!” she replied.“No ‘Of course’ about it, you were fucking Lucinda as I came in, you looked every inch a whore so how the devil am I supposed to know,” I fumed, “Am I supposed to ask every wench ‘Are you pure’ before I pleasure them?”“No but a bye your leave would be a sound starting point,” Lucinda opined.“If chaps had to ask a bye your leave every time he fancied a poke the whole of humanity would die out in a rash of virginity,” I opined.“Oh. Kisi karan se wo log raat ko aane me asamarth the, so unhone phone kiya aur mujhe bula kar unke flat me hi so jaane ko kaha, taki akele me mausi ko dar na lage, mai taiyar ho gaya.mai karib 9 baje unke flat me pahuncha aur doorwell bajaya tab mausi ne door open kiya, wo ek gori aur sundar aurat thi wo genrally nighty pahenti thi, mai andar gaya aur hum dono me common bat chit ho rahi thi. Tabhi mujhe apni iss ki kahani yaad aayi aur mujhe laga ki mausi ke boor me bhi khujali hoti hogi, so maine.