I'd been to The Promised Land with Orlie, but whether I'd be invited in as a roommate was still unresolved.Maybe I had asked the wrong question.Meanwh...le, Orlie and I were getting along awfully well, and the Bluefield Baby Birds were still winning.Life was Good.In August, with the brief Appalachian League season winding down and only the Divisional Playoffs to look forward to, my young charges suddenly, inexplicably, took a nosedive and lost four consecutive games to the Johnson City Cardinals. I looked up a saw a smile on grampa's face while he was readinghis paper. I soon continued till he had a nice hard on and kept suckinguntil he said "Hold on one sec..." He put down the paper and stood up andpulled down his briefs totally off. "Thats better" he said as he sat downand I continued to give the head of his cock a good sucking. A few minuteslater he said "I am going to come soon, if you don't want to taste it Ithink you should just jerk me". I think he was doing this as a. Furthermore I couldn’t allow myself to become what my friends were. I didn’t need anyone else, a boy or a man. This strangeness feeling of being watched was distracting me more than I thought. Was it time to kerb my liberty?Running home I double bolted the front door, checked the machine for the usual messages from Dad, read the message attached to the still warm cookies from the cleaner who came in during the day, ignoring their lure, and ran straight for my bedroom, locking that door. “I promise,” he said.It was a catharsis, of sorts. Somehow, even though he was a complete stranger, she felt more comfortable telling him about it than she would have if he were a friend. She told him things she’d never think of admitting to Janet. When she was done she felt drained, but, somehow, better.“You’ve stayed with him for twelve years?” was his only comment.“I didn’t know what else to do,” she said. “I’m not pretty, like Janet. He was the only man who had paid any attention to me,.