Maybe I’m cracking up a little. My boss, Ron Feldman, is also our coach and watching me closely. He’s my pretend boss at the GSA but also my handl...r for the NSA (maybe – I’ll explain in a bit.) So – I hit the ball like I can and crush it. It flies probably 500 feet and that is further than anybody on this field or in the park has ever seen a softball hit. I just trot home and that’s a walk-off homer and we win. But I’m not smiling and again Rachel didn’t even notice. Some of my teammates want. Probably somebody saw me coming and going there, to his house, and probably somebody had something to say about it.But I never heard nothing right out, about it, and old Bill was happier than I ever remembered him being, and, Hell, I was pretty happy my own self, as far as that goes.Things started goin' to Hell, though, with Mama, and there wasn't any way I could afford to have anybody in, full-time, to take care of her, and there wasn't any way I could just stay home with her all the time,. At that point I didn’t give a shit if she was my sister, I was horny and was tempted to bust into the playroom kick the crap out of Billy and then fuck Sandra, that’s how hot and bothered I was. Lucky guy he was.I had never considered an asshole to be erotic but looking at her brown-eye pucker up as Billy’s tongue slithered into her cunt I began to ponder it. But as quickly as they started the show was over, or I thought, Sandra scooted downward on his torso, still facing away from me she sat. "Hey!" he said "This time I WANT people to notice sweetie!" "No way!" I responded, "that is way too obvious, your legs are showing off your pantyhose!" "Fuck it!" he said. "It is time I showed the world that guys look good in hose and with you running with me in your nude hose it will help reinforce that." "No way! I don't want to be noticed by anyone!" I replied "Chicken! I am the one wearing the dark hose. What is the problem?" he replied. Thinking carefully I realised that I was in an area.