" Wait, wait..." She stopped me. "Hold on a second. What do you mean you keep striking out? Didn't you just take that one girl, Stacy, out last night?... Um...yeah." I admitted lamely. "Yeah, I did, but..." But what?" emma asked. "That doesn't seem like striking out to me."I shrugged, not having any idea about what to say. I couldn't see myself admitting to my older sister that I was annoyed my date didn't put out. Not only because it sounded shallow, but because she was my sister, and I was. ”Her pout disappeared in a flash and she leaned back and tapped me on the chin dimple, then gave me a little smooch.“You’re the best boyfriend,” she smiled.“Bet your sweet ass I am,” I winked to her giggles.The varsity Wolfpack didn’t allow a late-inning scare as we had Tuesday, and with much less drama, we rolled County Central 6-0 to start the season. Lexie had made the rounds with all the senior, junior and sophomore girls, chatting and charming, barely noticing when the game had come to a. She had lately began to pay attention to her fitness and diet, and the results spoke for themselves. She might have been my loathed ex wife, but she looked good, and, strictly from the perspective of a man-pig (did I just repeat myself?), well, my cock was thickening in my pants. It didn't hurt that she was now helpless (one of my favorite ways to enjoy a woman's company!), and had agreed to several little adventures that promised to bring my unit to Action Stations in short order.I removed a. I found my life overly constricted in my parents home. They controlled every aspect of my life. I moved to Boston to study. It was far enough that I had little interference from my parents. I was staying in a one bedroom apartment on my own. I revelled in my own space without any interference from my parents.I did take my religion seriously. Every night before I slept I would read the koran. It was a habit I acquired at an early age and I have kept this up to now. I am now 22. I am 5'2" and my.