"So Jean, still in her gym clothes, walked over to the baseball field, expecting a crowd of would-be pitchers. Charlie and Jim, the two catchers, and ...he coach, Mr. Miller, were the only ones there. The boys were playing catch and the coach was sitting, legs crossed, chewing on a blade of grass.Jean sat down beside him and stuck out her hand. "I'm Jean Jones. I'm a freshman. You looking for pitchers?"He squinted at her and nodded."I can pitch. I'm on the softball team."He nodded again and. "I mean, I'm interested in Shirley as a woman, and, yes, as a potential lover. And maybe that interest really is influenced by the racy photos and all. It probably is; God knows the pictures are -- provocative. But it's not like I'm just looking to get into her pants. I'd like to explore a serious relationship with her." She probably realizes that, on some level," Betsy said. "If she stops and thinks about it, you've not made any false moves with her at all -- have you? No passes?" No. I've. She then led me out of the changing room, this time into the dungeon, but instead of having me locked into the giant birdcage she walked me to the very end of the room where there was an old fashion bedroom setup complete with a teddy bears picnic going on, she said she would be back soon, handing me a pink duster she instructed me to walk around dusting everything I could see, when she came back if I was naughty and not doing what I was meant to be doing I would be punished, however if I was a. Mike skidded to a stop on a wide, flat area of exposed rock overlooking the valley below. The view was breathtaking even with the grey wash of rain obscuring the far distances. He turned just as Katie emerged from the trees, scattering rocks as she slipped on the wet surface. ‘I’ve got you cornered now, buddy. Nowhere to run,’ Katie said, breathing deep from the exertion. ‘You think?’ he teased. ‘Come and get it then.’ He dangled the jacket in front of him, pulling it behind his back when she.