Leaning back, I took in the sight of her naked, whimpering body kneeling in my corner, furiously scribbling away. It was a beautiful thing – both he... fear and arousal were clearly visible in the way that her body gently quivered.The longer I watched, the more turned on I was getting. I was torn between my desire to further punish her and my desire to tear the paper out of her hand, throw her down on her back, and fuck her brains out. The fact that her sobbing had only grown more audible wasn’t. 6pm soon became 9pm then 10pm and still they were still here. I went into the kitchen and she followed me in to apologise and I said no its fine and told her her sons friend had been staring at your tits..she said I know Ive caught him too,she said to be frank its a little turn on and I said I know which for her was a surprise I said no its actually fine.She said thats nice to know because I think about taking him for a drive in my car to do naughty things with sometimes to get off..I was like. I stack some wood and light the fire. It flares and catches and throws a golden glow over the room. I sit back down and pick up my book. Hmm, the page isn’t the one I ended on. It’s flipped ahead several chapters, to a steamy love scene. Must’ve been the wind. I settle in and read. I don’t realize how long I’ve been reading until a cramp attacks my foot. I stir and go into the kitchen to make some tea. It’s a gas stove so I can cook at least. While I’m steeping the teabag, my mind is blank,. For the 26 trips, I had two hits, two walks, and was hit by a pitch once. There'd been no obvious cringing at the plate, no bailing out -- I didn't even feel stressed about the pitch that hit me on the left shoulder, even though it missed all the elbow padding and stung like a sonuvabitch.So I didn't feel spooked at the plate. But -- two hits in six games? That ain't good, Fred. That ain't good at all!What could this hippie-type chick do for me? Maybe nothing, but I was sure eager to find out..