Please. Please let me be with you."Amber flashed that he was begging her and felt a thrill of power. She had been with boys her own age before, but ne...er with a man of the sheriff's age. The more Amber thought of it, the more attractive the idea became. "Yeah, sure, Sheriff. I'll let you be with me."Amber moved over on the small cell cot to allow Gary to lay by her. Her body felt smooth and silky to him. She, too, was enjoying the feel of his touch. She began to purr as he rubbed one breast and. As The bus stops at its final stop john lets the girlleave first, following her checking out her behind and enjoying it asthey both leave the bus and walk their separate ways, John hops into hiscar and says to himself 'god... what it must be like to be her, so freeso happy so full of life and probably a full weekend schedule' John turnsthey key and starts to drive to his normal Friday take away place all thewhile thinking of what it must feel like to be that girl.As john reaches his destination. The first pitch was a fastball but over my head. The book said he seldom threw two fastballs in succession, so I watched him as he prepared to throw. It was different than his fastball, so I had to take an extra count before swinging. My swing was level and the ball went into the left field stands, but on the wrong side of the foul pole. Darn, I had swung a little early and pulled the ball.Okay, the next pitch should be a fastball, and he has himself under control. I watched the guy go through. A year ago, I would’ve never imagined I’d ever see Samantha again. Now, she and I reunited and just went all the way – on her parents’ bed, no less. Things could not have felt better. I was happy, she was happy. I gazed over at her and she looked at me with a big smile. I felt like my past and my present had come full circle as I looked into her eyes. ‘Thank you for that,’ she softly said. ‘I should be the one thanking you,’ I replied, causing her to laugh. ‘You were so wonderful, Anthony. That.