Stephenlay quietly in bed, hugging a pillow, with a smile onhis face. What had been dreaded, was now amazingly,fucking, great.Months followed. Bill ...nd Mike introduced theirfriends to Stephen periodically, and they took care ofhim financially, buying him food, clothing (alwayssexy and feminine), and taking care of his medicalneeds. When he was fully due, a beautiful baby wasdelivered at home by c-section, performed by Bill (whohappened to be a ob-gyn). The baby was perfect inevery way, but. I finally find the strength to unbind my sister, and she rotates on top of me and plants a passionate, thankful kiss on my lips. I tangle a hand in her blonde hair and return it. We part, a string of saliva bridging our mouths, and we stare into one another’s eyes. “That’s a hell of a way to lose your virginity.” I laugh.“I’m still a virgin,” Ally smiles, “the ol’ poop-hole loophole.” “You’re saving it for Jake, huh?” I ask. “Yeah,” Ally says, rolling to her side and nestling her head on my. This one was to be mine from now on; it had the hidden light package and the works, including heavy dark tinting on the windows and the secure weapons box in the back.Today and tomorrow was to be at the Senate. We parked at the expensive parking garage as close to the Senate building as I could get. Vicky had secured reservations for all four days.It was a short walk to the Senate building steps. I was carrying my portable office in a travel case with wheels. The only problem was the steps were. Rookies were like children -- they were to be seen and not heard.Our manager was a rookie, too -- Paul Warren, just up to the Big Club after three years managing the Orioles' Double-A club in nearby Bowie, Maryland. Warren was about 40, a former Orioles utility infielder, and a Helluva good guy, from all I'd heard. 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.