From my vantage point I watched my mother plunge her mouth down onto his shaft to the hilt over and over again, not that it probably took much given w...at looked to be all of five inches. In awe I watched Mom sucking off my father's best friend. I was in shock, I was disgusted, I was hard as a rock. What the hell do I do with this information?Suddenly Steve took my mother's head in his hands and pulled her away from his prick. In a flash he was up off the couch and pushed her face into the. „Was man ist dann wieder lebendig?“ fragte ich verblüfft.„Nicht ganz“ druckste er. „Du bist dann ein Geist. Unsichtbar und hast nur für eine Stunde Substanz.“„Das ist doch Schwachsinn.“ meinte ich. „Fliehen um eine Stunde rumzugeistern.“„Wieder nicht ganz. Du kannst in jedes Lebewesen gleiten und es übernehmen. Dann lebst du in ihm. Wenn es dir langweilig wird nimmst du die nächste Person. Geil nich? Nur durch den Riss und der schleudert dich dann in das nächste Wesen an der anderen Seite. Aber. Two more hours slipped away, intently watching Merrill's covered form closely before Kate finally nodded off her self, listening to Merrill's light snoring. It was several hours later when Kate was roused from slumber by Merrill's soft hand brushing her cheek."Kate, hey Kate! Are there any bedpans in this dump?" Yep sure, hang on I'll get you one" Kate answered dreamily.Kate rolled out of the bedside chair, switched on the light and made her way to the cupboard at the back of the room."Only. But Teddy Ballgame was the last guy who'd done it -- in 1941! My father hadn't been born yet, when Williams hit over .400!So I didn't care about Willie Keeler or Cap Anson or some dude from 1887 named Tip O'Neill. Hell, the rules of the game weren't even the same, way back then, when they were running up those ridiculous averages.But Ted Williams' and his .406? Oh, man! I wanted that one!I wanted to hit .407!We were starting to win again, as a team, around that time. The flurry of dissention.