Don’t mention this to Pam, Trish, Reese, or David. If this falls through, I’m content to be the one disappointed on this part of it, but I don’t...want to get their hopes up until we can iron out the legal side of things.”“I won’t.”Amy nodded too. She’d listened to enough of our chat to get the gist of my idea.I saw the two of them off, and then tried to concentrate on my consulting work for another few hours before Trish got home from work and we started our evening routine about dinner and. Her kiss is deep and strong and the intensity increases. Realizing that I am enjoying her naughty advances, my body starts to relax into hers. My hands slide their way down the soft curve of her waist and over her hips all the way down to her feet. Then I slowly start to come back up on the inside of her legs.She is left speechless as I reach her knees, and push her skirt up around her waist. I kneel down before her and grab onto both straps of my black sheer thong. Before she can object, even. There is some mild violence – this is the ONLY example of SM in my story – and I’m not sure how it will be received. By way of explanation, I don’t plan my writing, my characters just take me along and this is where they went! It did, however, serve several purposes. It allowed me to discover how it felt to write this sort of thing (not very happy – is there some of this in all of us?) and it allowed the characters to develop their feelings of tenderness for each other. I stress again that. You met him yet? Coleman? He's like, fifty years old or some damned thing! We call him 'Dads.'" Fifty? Really?" Well, maybe not fifty. But he's an old fuck! Forty-something." Who'd he play for? In the majors?" He got up twice. He was with the Athletics for about forty games one year. And the Cardinals for a little while, couple years later."I wasn't surprised that Boots had such intimate knowledge of the abbreviated major league career of our ancient left fielder. Making it to the majors was a.