And so it has gone for a century until, finally, the dark lord has decided the time has come to do something different. The dark lord has decided that...something must change, must shift the balance, and so he worked on something else, something new. He worked...on you.You are a creature of magic, a minion not born but created from the dark lord's own essence and the essence of one of the many races of minions that follow him. You are meant to be something more than the fodder for heroes' blades. That girl certainly knew how to scare little boys like me. Finally, as the time grew near I took a round-a-bout path to approach the hillock. She was there sitting quietly playing with a flower. She was strikingly lovely like her mother. I walked up and sat down facing her.Without looking up, she said, "My mother and I had a long heart-to-heart talk late last night. I understand that you mentioned it may be necessary because of what you saw in my father's office. As it happens, you were right.. I know the grip on the ball makes some difference, but it doesn't seem like it would be enough to matter all that much." The grip matters, all right," Bowman said. "But try this for me, next time you're throwing in the bullpen... Instead of trying not to throw the slow stuff as hard, turn it all around: Ease up on the fastball until you're throwing it just like you'd throw the change." Won't I lose speed on the fastball?" Probably. A little. But you're overthrowing it now, anyway. That's why. "She looked damn good walking away. I grab some McDonald's breakfast on the way home so I can just go home, eat and relax, I feel like crap. As I lay around and have a lazy Sunday watching football and drifting to sleep a couple times I often think about Mya. I am starting to struggle with the fact I had sex with someone with a penis. Although it did look natural for some reason. Sure I had fun and the sex was great, but I'm not gay or anything like that.As the next couple days go by I can't.