There stood Cole Parker, with an evil shit-eatin grin. If you read my story 'The Tournament' then you recall that Parker was the opposing picture for ...he Tigers baseball team back in Pony League just a few months ago. Per our last minute bet, right at home plate, Cole had to suck my dick after the game, which they lost. He owned up to the bet, giving me some awesome head. But it turned sour, and I ended up fucking his ass as well, and then beat the shit out of him. I beat him up pretty bad—he. You’re a big guy so you don’t think about it, but there’s no advantage in being a very small man; a petite woman, on the other hand…”I nodded. “Yeah, I can understand that. Which side of the family gave you those beautiful eyes?”“That’s would be Bausch and Lomb; turquoise contacts. My eyes are actually the exact same pretty hazel as yours.”I smiled. “Please tell me you’re not wearing a wig.”“No, the hair is mine, part of my Thai heritage. You still like it?”“I do, it’s beautiful.”“The tiny. Thanks!” She held up a finger to make me wait after she hung up. She hummed along to a pop song as it came on her playlist and played through the television speakers. We were halfway through it when Melissa said, “There we go.”A second later my phone beeped with an email and PDF attachments. I scrolled through them. “Wow.”“Yeah, no one can fault mom for not being organized. What are you hoping to find?”“Anything that got people riled up. I can’t imagine I’m the first person Benson has tried to. Her muscles had gone slack, but she almost seemed to have the ghost of a smile on her face. After a few seconds, I reached up to undo her cuffs, and wrapped my arms around her. I carried her limp form up the stairs, and climbed down into the hot tub, cradling her with me.We stayed like that for several minutes, and I was beginning to think that I had been rougher on her than I had intended. She simply hung in my arms, almost draped over my lap, and her eyes remained closed while the hot water.