"You get them out for us to look at then you can go home," he said, "if we have to come over there and get them out, that's not all we'll be doing, do...you understand?"I nodded my head, I couldn't speak for my voice had caught in my throat. I couldn't look up and see their leering faces so I looked down at the floor as my hands slowly unbuttoned my top."That's better," laughed Colin, "now hold it open so we can all see."I heard their whistles and jeers as I stood there my bare boobs on show.. Firstlap: breast stroke. Second lap: arm stroke. Third lap: back stroke.Fourth lap: elementary back stroke or what I call the "frog". Repeat threetimes. Twelve laps. It took me about an hour to do them. I was exhaustedwhen I finished and pulled myself up onto the edge of the pool. I satthere breathing heavily, panting actually. Water was somehow sensuous, theway it slicked back my short boy-cut hair, the way it followed my bodilylines and dripped off to the floor. It was wet and. I gripped the bat's handle tightly and dug my shoes into the felt carpet of the batter's box as I watched the light on the automatic pitcher turn yellow, then red. The machine made clanging, backfiring noises. Then I saw the yellow ball appear in the machine's mouth. Zut! It spit the ball at me with all its might. I brought my hands around quickly, but the bat did not follow quickly enough, and I hit the ball into the net to the right of the plate, where it fell pitifully to the gutter. “Oh, you,” Joanne scolded, having fallen for Peggy’strick, “that wasn’t funny!” “Oh relax, Jo,” Susan soothed, “we all know what a hungstud Frank is, we don’t blame you one bit, but tell us,who made the first move, you or him!?!” Taking there good natured ribbing in stride, Joannereplied, “Well, he came into the bedroom after hisshower toweling off, and although he wasn’t reallyhard, he was kinda semi hard if you know.