Rachel didn’t notice my great throw. It’s our last at bat and I’m finally up with 2 outs and 2 men on base. This is slow pitch softball and I’... still pissed. I finally decide to hit like I can and just screw it. Maybe I’m cracking up a little. My boss, Ron Feldman, is also our coach and watching me closely. He’s my pretend boss at the GSA but also my handler for the NSA (maybe – I’ll explain in a bit.) So – I hit the ball like I can and crush it. It flies probably 500 feet and that is further. "What was that for!" you laugh."So I can make up for it with this!"I scurry across the bed and wrap my hands around your thighs. I bury my face in your pubic hair as my tongue snakes it way between your pussy lips and searches until it finds your clit. You groan and throw your head back when I find my target. Your hands pull my head in tighter. I feel your wetness begin as I lick up and down. Without warning I pull away and announce, "Time for a shower!" You jerk!" you scream and smack my ass. “Not really,” he says. “Did you?” I shake my head. “I thought it was too dark.” He asks if I could join him at a cast party at the director’s house. He says the party will be held in a brownstone on West 77th and Columbus Avenue—a few blocks away from where I live. I accept the invitation. At the party, Andrew immediately mugs Matt. I walk straight to the living room and sit on a leather couch with a glass of Chardonnay in my hands. This is a nice party, very small and intimate. Most of the. 'Do you know, ' he said, unperturbed by my plastic fangs, 'that mirrors do not reflect the image of vampires? It's a well-known non-fact.''A well-known non-fact?''Nothing to do with people turning into vampires is fact, is it?''Will you still think that after I've bitten you?''Please don't, this is a clean shirt. You look good though ... I'm not being ironic ... a hint of danger can be appealing. You off out somewhere?'I told him about the new club. At first he seemed interested, but was put.