He must have heard me screaming another man's name Surely? Either way he never mentioned it. We made our way downstairs and spent the evening watching...movies all the while I'm thinking about Marlon. I couldn't help myself. I wanted him to take me. I had never had such slutty thoughts. In fact I had never wanted to be a slut. But I did now. I wanted Marlon to own me and make me his personal little slut. I didn't want any care or affection, I didn't want him to hug me or show me any emotion. I. In those days I have very long hair which reached down to themiddle of my back. I was tall and very slender. Jerks used to shout atme from their car windows "are you a boy or a girl?' In any event, myrescuer was a fairly large and burly looking guy, but seemed friendlyand we had a pleasant time talking. In those days, I lived in a collegetown and hitchhiking was a viable means of transportation and a good wayto meet interesting people. He asked me if I needed to get home rightaway and I told. I'll think about just how you could please me. And when you're ready to go about it, just come up to my bedroom. You know where it is." She detached herself, busied herself at the kettle, put a fresh cafatière of coffee in front of him to brew, and vanished.His ideas about how to please her were pretty straightforward, simplistic even, but his experience almost nil. After being overcome with lust, he was now apprehensive. She had been so good to him the evening before and he really did want to. You think she's better." I don't." You do. You think Collins picked her because she's better." And you think he doesn't care about how good the team is," I answered her."It's not a team," she retorted. "We're not trying to 'win.'" I know it's not a team," I agreed. Sort of. But Coach Torianni didn't have anybody playing because of who they were, or what he had promised them. If he could find a guy who could actually field second base, Coach would yank Eddie in a minute."Look," I continued. "All.