And a double, now and then, just to break the monotony. And, yes, I had entertained thoughts of DiMaggio's record, as well as Ted's. Why the hell not?...Until the beaning, at least, I had been spraying base hits around like Ty Cobb on steroids. The only reason I wasn't still hitting over .400 in late May was that a funny thing had happened to me after I'd gotten my cheekbone smashed. Something -- I wasn't sure just what -- was off. Just a little off, but enough that my hitting had become. “Gather your clothes,” he said in a commanding voice. Her feet began to move against her will and she began to dress. “Now you will both go and carry out your revenge – him to her, you to him, is it not the right way?” he asked with a laugh. “Then you will come back to me.” She felt her feet carrying her toward the iron gate. They lifted on their own skillfully over the fence, then toward the car. The zombie followed her. They climbed into the Mini and backed down the dirt road.***The. She worn no thong andMarley took note."Good Michel, you're both shaved. I like my girls cleaned of hair. Pia,please stand here," she pointed next to Michel.The training afternoon proceeded, Michel instructed as well as Pia.Marley was a true domme' and Michel in need of supervision. They discussplans to trim Pia of the 5kg she didn't need and made an appointment tovisit a salon the following Monday afternoon with Marley.Marley had some white wine served while they moved to the bed. Marleyasked. So…"and then she noticed Hermione's hands on her back and just below her breasts and blushed. Then smiled. Hermione took this as encouragement to move her hands to Myrtle's breasts and to give her a long slow kiss which ended with Myrtles tongue trailing out of her mouth, still trying for one last taste.Harry, finally comprehending what Hermione had brought him for started removing his clothes. Myrtle blushed at the sight of him naked, especially at his huge and erect member."I... I never....