Just learn all the strategies of second base. By the way, who taught you to bunt—if they don’t play in for a bunt you could get a hit every…” ...rack! Jose drills one that bounces all the way to the fence. Jeff flies around the bases, but Jose admires his hit before running.“What did you do wrong, Jose.”Puzzled, “Wrong?”“Jose, you see the pitches real good. But after hitting the ball, your job is running like a gazelle, not seeing where the ball goes.”“Oh. OK.”“Nice stroke buddy.”With big smile,. He put his one hand on my thigh asking me to remain seated and not worry about going back as he would drop me in his car later as it was on his way. I sat down again but he did not remove his hand from my thigh.I took my head behind and rested it on the back of the sofa. I was not in a position to get aware that now my neck and upper chest portion was visible to him as my pallu had slipped a little. It looked like he was now unable to hold on to himself for much longer. He asked if I was not. With a deep sigh Milton woke up to the muffled sound of music thatseemed to be coming from a room close to the one where he had beengetting his massage, still feeling warm and supremely relaxed Miltondidn't want to get up and end it all, though he couldn't help but noticeas he lay there in the dark that someone had dressed him while he hadbeen out "dang, I guess even if I can could ask for another hour it'dbe pointless, they already got me ready to go," he mused as he almostfell back. “Could you please bring me a glass of water?” she said. I stood up and hurried toward the kitchen. When I got back, I put the glass on a low table and sat beside her. Her body felt limp and surprisingly tender in my arms as I lifted her into sitting position. Supporting her back, I brought the glass to her lips. She moistened them, and glanced at me. I waited as she sipped some more water, then lowered her gently down again. “Do you really care for me,” she said. “No, I just want to fuck.