" She spoke as she prepared their bacon and eggs. "First of all, where did you EVER learn to make love like that? Some of those..." she reddened. "Som... of those "things" you did are way beyond what a boy your age..." Man," he corrected her."All right, beyond what a man your age should know." Hey, I didn't hear you complain."Again she burned with embarrassment. "I'm ... not complaining. You ... that is, I have to admit you are fantastic. But you don't learn that in a sex ed class. At least I. That makes me a slave, doesn’t it?” Connie asked.“Well, you are undisciplined, but not dumb. I enjoy you, and I don’t think of you as a slave. I don’t think about bossing you around or doing painful stuff to you. I think of you more as my partner who has an area that isn’t a strength, and that you depend on me to take care of you. In return, you take care of my being oversexed and needing an abnormal amount of fucking.“It’s kind of like my mom not being able to deal with pressure. Mostly she. 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. When she broke the love-laden kiss, she whispered, "Dad, this is the happiest and proudest day of my life! I can't tell you how happy you have just made me." Leaving his arms, she went to Andy and sat across her lap. This time, though, she completely lost control and started to bawl.Andy hugged her tightly and whispered, "We love you so much, darling daughter! You and your sister give us such incredible joy!"Nita was so stunned by Andy's words she recoiled and said, "Mom, how can you say such a.