“How are you talking? How come you’re the one in control? I’ve known you for years! How are you still alive?”“I’m not a Vessel,” Caine s...rugged.“Of course you are! If you are host to an angel, you’re a Vessel! That’s what being a Vessel means!” Alexandra said, flabbergasted.“That’s not all it means, and it’s not the only way to do it.” Caine sighed. “Turns out, there’s better ways to do it than to resign some poor zealot to madness and death.”“I’ll not have you blaspheming, Caine,” Alexandra. Now, their deep lineup of star players was filled with veterans of many campaigns.But these weren't "aging veterans." They were, for the most part, established stars in the absolute prime of their careers. Their great center fielder, Jim Edmonds, had retired the previous year, but they still had the monstrous slugger, Albert Pujols -- clearly a Hall of Famer in waiting, and Scott Rolen, the third baseman who had, in the past few seasons, fulfilled all his early promise as a potent offensive. " No matter what happens, Devlin, you're still my little girl." Oh, Mom, I..." Whatever else she was going to say was lost as her mother opened her arms and Devlin buried herself in them. "Everything's happening at once," she confessed after a good cry and a few minutes to check her make-up."You'll have time to relax on that cruise," her mother said. "Phone me when you get back." Devlin nodded, snuffling back her tears again. "And be sure to let me know where in Oakland you finally settle.". I want you to ride naked." Seriously?" you look at her, as a nervous twitch goes through your body. She just sits there and smiles at you. You have played similar games like this in the past where she leaves you naked on the side of the road, drives off and you would have to run after her. Sometimes she would let you back in the car right away, but sometimes she made you perform little tasks before letting you get back in the car. Like the time where you had to fuck the windshield until you.