..” Tricia said shyly. “ ... what’s going to happen now?”Joey pulled a light brown pencil out of the kit and held it up to Tricia. He compared...the color to her. “I think this one is closest to you.” He then opened his art pad to the first blank page and lay it on his lap. He studied her. “If you could just stay with me right there right now?”Tricia smiled shyly and nodded, and he started to draw.“NOOOOO!!! STOP!!!” Joey thrashed and screamed in his sleep, waking Tricia up as she lay next to. As I walked around the gym I would see Angela stretching and working out. Damn she was beautiful and the little shorts she wore didnt leave much to the imagination. The problem was that what was left to the imagination was exactly what I was interested in. After one Thursday practice, Coach Carlos and his wife Cynthia approached me. They both stated how happy they were to have me be a part of the program and could see the benefits. That was when things changed. Cynthia asked Coach Tyler, would. Just quit pissing pitchers off and learn to get out of the way."We laughed and they stood, so I stood up too. Mike told me, "I figured you were on something when I saw you, but we've run you through every test known, and all we know is you are in wonderful condition and I hope you stay that way. If you want to go home, we'll have a limo take you to the airport to fly you home. I'm sure you don't want to wait for a commercial flight to fly all over hell's half acre to get back to Tallahassee.. She traced a finger around an aureole, watching the nipple grow even longer. She licked the tip of her finger and teased her nipple, then traced her fingers ever so lightly down to her tight belly. Looking up at her hair, Brin smiled as she thought of Dad calling her “Pebbles” then reached up to pull the scrunchy away and let her full, thick hair fall down around her face and shoulders. ‘Do you like it this way, Dad? Am I your Pebbles now, or do you seem someone different,’ she wondered..