Under the rules applicable to baseball records, if I got walked, or hit by a pitch, every time up in a game, then my streak would stay officially aliv.... But if I had even one legitimate at-bat in the game, where I failed to get a hit, then the streak would be over.At this point in the game, I was likely to get only two additional times at the plate, so the streak was very much at risk.Some of the Yankee fans would have been satisfied to see me get plunked every time up, but a lot of them were. " Okay, I really think it's time you leave. I don't know what sort of shityou're hopped up on but--"There was a loud thud from somewhere in the apartment. What the hell wasthat? I, stopped to listen then moved across my room and poked my headout the door. Daniel was just passing my bedroom when several more thudssounded from the front door of the apartment and it collapsed out of itsframe.I watched in disbelief as men wearing plain clothes and toting gunsrushed into the apartment. I probably. Then, she pushed my cockhead against her pussy as she backed away.I felt her hands on my ass as she pressed against me - more and more, until my cock popped inside Greta’s hot little pussy.“OH YES! I have your cock in my pussy. We’re fucking now, aren’t we?”“Yes, and you need to move your sexy ass up and down as I fuck you. Roll your hips like you’re the one with the cock and you’re trying to fuck me.”“OH DAMN! I love this. Can I have some more?”As she looked up at me, Halle moved across the. It's Saturday morning around 10am and I wake up. I look around and notice no one else is here as they have all either gone home or to work. So casually I get up, put my shirt on, go to the bathroom, and go downstairs into her kitchen and figure I fix up a little cereal and milk for breakfast. Afterwards I figure to watch whatever I find entertaining on Netflix. This goes on for a couple of hours. As I sit on the couch alone and mind wondering and thinking about anything that comes to mind, even.