Here's a conversation you won't often hear on the mound. Happened in the sixth inning.Mike: How are you?Me: My pussy itches.Ed: So scratch itMike: Wou...dn't that be a foreign substance?Ed: You mean, like a spitball? We'd have a pussyball?Me: How about I just ignore it and throw the fastball instead.Ed: Or, you could let Mike scratch it.After that, I even managed to somehow get the next guy out. Like I said, I was cruising.When I went back to the dugout after the sixth, I saw another problem.. The black guy instantly began eyeballing me up and down saying that this was a nice place to party down and if we needed anything during our stay(anything at all), to call him at the front desk. He said his name was Rufus. “Ok Rufus, we sure will”, Dave told him as he and I locked eyes and I gave him a shy, sexy smile. We walked off and all eyes were on us again as I heard a little whistle and even some “cat calls” directed at me. “Damn, did you see that white girl! Would love to party with her. I must confess that I have masturbated like three times just dreaming with your whole body. Your nipples are so wonderful. I loved to bite them and to suck on them. And your pussy. Your pussy is a ‘lifetime reward’ for me being a good girl’.‘Regarding what you just said about me being your secret lover, I will appreciate a bit of explaining’. ‘What do you mean by that??’‘ Let me confess something now. – I told Dorothy –You made me fall in love with the sex you gave me’.‘I have been thinking. For a moment and for an eternity we became one. ....... We sat naked on the rug atop the Triskelion spiral, my arms wrapped around Cassandra as we weaved in a slow circle. The fire within the range extinguished and the sun set below the horizon; the full moon creeping slowly up into the night sky. The only light from six candles sat on top of the trusses beneath the roof, our shadows flowed and flickered around us marking the Runes and symbols as they passed. Our flesh glimmered with the.