Naturally, I asked her to try them on for me so I could see what she looked like in them.The first thing she tried on was a Kimono short sleeve top wi...h hip huggers. She looked sooooo sexy in that. I told her I loved the jeans but the top was a little baggy on her. She should be proud of her body. The next top she tried on was a Gauze Top with spaghetti straps with the jeans. My jaw fell to the floor, but I had to keep it together. Her breasts filled the top beautifully and her ass was sooo. My hands held tight to my soft drink, which sat between my knees. “I’ve seen you around – you and those noisy little friends of yours who like climbing my orange tree.” True, my friends and I often climbed his orange tree, sometimes to play Hide-and-Seek games – sometimes we even sneaked around the back of his studio looking for discarded wood and planks, which we often fashioned into makeshift toy guns – but I was surprised to hear him say this. “Don’t worry,” he said. “I’m not angry. Though. I was still being used as a spot reliever. Usually, I would come in to face one batter and then, bye-bye. A couple of times, when we were winning big or losing big, Paul would leave me in for an inning, or even two, but more typically, it was Slay the Left-Handed Monster-Hitter and then go back into my cage.Fortunately, far more often than not, I was getting it done. Paul Warren clearly trusted me to accomplish the limited task I was in there to do. The more frequently I was successful, the. ’ I could feel the bl**d drain from my face. It seemed as if she had stuck a pin in my balloon. Amazingly, I had forgotten all about Dexter in the last several days. The jerk, I thought and felt my anger building. ‘What about Saturday night?’ I asked, trying to keep the irritation from my voice. Cindy got a sad look on her face. ‘Sorry sweetie, but Dexter doesn’t have many weekends free and he said he wanted to spend this one with me.’ I couldn’t hold it back anymore. ‘What do you see in that.