Her former boyfriend said his brother was still very shy and awkward around women. He asked, “Do you remember the pictures we took at the beach last...summer?” “Yes,” she said. “There were some pictures of me in my two piece swim suit and some others of me wearing a tight t-shirt without a bra.” He said, “That’s them. I had the pictures in a drawer with some socks and t-shirts I rarely wear. I wanted one of those t-shirts yesterday and discovered the pictures are gone. My brother must have taken. I hurt. And I was genuinely confused. Or at least, I told myself I was confused."Master. You will always address me as such. Just as I will always address you as slut. Unless you are deserving of worse names?" The questioning manner of that last kept me from speaking out again. I finished buckling the collar in place.I stood, quietly and waited. I didn't have long to wait before you gave me my first order of the day. "Kneel, slut. This man wants a blow job." I looked up at you, shocked.The man. I did my best to stay focused on the movie, not her. She moved the chip bowl and was closer to me like before. The smell of coconut wafted up to me as she shifted.We watched that way, neither of us moving. My mind was playing through scenarios where this movie watching led to more. To something else.The fact that I had ever let myself go to a different reality was only setting myself up for disappointment. I had to resign myself to the fact that this was just two new friends watching a movie.. I'll offer any and all of them a look at you in Tampa. I've already got a location arranged -- not a spring training site, but convenient to Legends Field in Tampa. Right in the Yankees' back yard! ... And if anybody wants you to come to their park for a tryout, it'll be 'Have ball, will travel' for you." Yankees, you said? Jeez, Bill, I don't know about the Yankees." You're thinking like a fan, instead of like a player, Freddie. Don't be a dunce. We get the Yankees halfway interested, they'll.