Katie takes a seat next to me and looks at me. "Youare a really great guy for doing this Alex-a," Katie says. "Are youholding up OK?I have to pause ...nd think about it before I can answer. I could lie andshrug it off but this is my best friend. "I think so," I reply. "It isweird. I dreamed of dressing like this but never imagined how great itwould feel. I also never dreamed that I would be doing it with theguidance of two beautiful girls."Katie blushes at my comments and give me a hug. . Little did I know, Neil had already put into motion his plans for the evening as I drifted off to an unnatural sleep.I awoke some time later, disoriented. I realized I was at Neil’s house, strapped over his engineering drafting table- hands and legs bound to the legs of the table. My clothes were nowhere to be found. Even worse, I could feel cum drizzling out from between my legs. Neil was then standing in front of me, smirking. He told me he had given me a drug to knock me out so he could. A hard ground ball heads for the hole. Jeff dives, snags the ball, gets to his knees, and tosses the ball to first. It’s close, as the umpire signals “out” to end the threat. Now Jeff steps to the plate against the lefty that falls toward the third base line on each pitch. As expected the third baseman plays for a bunt, but not the first baseman. The second baseman does instead! Jeff thinks, “That wipes out my plan. I better swing away, maybe bloop it over the second baseman.” He ends up. It did look quite a bit like a professional script, although he was still too inexact about some of the niceties of format. But those prior seven reject scripts had looked professional, too; they were written by some of the most accomplished pros in the business.But where his differed from theirs, was in the content. River Gravers, for all of its length, was at heart a delicate, elusive tale of hard-won self-awareness, hidden beneath a rich descriptive style. When the pros had tried to boil it.