By one o'clock that Sunday afternoon some six or seven thousand of what the reporters called "hardy souls" were huddled in the stands as a cool wind b...ew intermittently and dark clouds scudded overhead flapping the sodden flags. The lights were on, of course. If Lucy was there, I could not see her when we got started, but then most fans were back under the upper stands where there was some cover. After the umpiring crew chief lectured us and officially warned us again, the Marlins' manager and. I caressed his hand, trying togentle him like a little girl with a stallion, stroking the wiry hair onhis arm. He let go and moved down to my breasts, such as they were."Your nipples are sticking out through your shirt," he said. "You likea little pain, don't you, bitch?" I like you," I said. "Please don't hurt me? I'll do anything youwant. You don't need to--" Then shut the fuck up unless I ask you a goddamn question."I nodded and smiled submissively. I made the porno actress moves. Windsor was a workaholic with a badheart, the only thing he enjoyed other than working was having sex withhis new Chinese immigrant wife Huifen. Windsor's original wife Patriciahad died in a mysterious boating accident in 1998. Some people said thatWindsor killed her, Windsor's high priced lawyers said otherwise and thecourt agreed with his lawyers. Patricia had left behind one legacy to Windsor, it was a son namedWilliam Beckmore Ramsden III. Windsor's employees called William "Billy"and they. Eventually, the darkness enveloped them, just deep enough that she didn't have to alter her form at all – she could relax and let her bat-like wings flow out behind her, knowing that her beauty would be enough of a distraction that he wouldn't take the time to search for them as they mixed with the blackness of the night. There was just enough light for the impossibly low cut of her corset to show against her pale skin; just enough light for the alluring curve of her lips to draw his eyes to.