His eyes stared at me with such hunger.“Yeah,” Rick said, his big nose so bold. I heard what they said about men with big noses...A hot tide rose ...hrough my cunt. I shuddered and squirmed on my stool. “Now, if the girls would like to be good and not interrupt us, I'll begin.”“Yes!” Paul groaned. The nerdy guy was interested in learning from me for once. They all were. This was perfect.“Okay, what was the date that Napoleon Bonaparte was born?”Kenneth shot his hand up. “August 15, 1769!”I beamed. They're so different from the overall theme. Heh, I wanted to get contacts, but so much has changed that I figure something should stay the same." She tells me while once again sliding her drink to the side. "Can I buy you another?" I say, pondering what she means by her statement of "so much has changed.", but before I can raise my hand to call for another one, a man has already walked over to the table, and replaced her drink with another one, complete with a fresh straw. "That's okay,". "Hold up, open thee gob."She opened her mouth showing her full set of yellow teeth,"Agghhh" she squealed, as Ernie ripped out her back tooth with his pliers, and "Arrgggh" as he ripped the one the oher side out as well."Whad thoo doin" she asked as the blood trickled down her throat.Ernie tried the bit again and it fitted nice, clamping down on her tongue and stopping her stupid questions."Hows that lass, gee thee looks champion."She blushed, she was not used to such sweet small talk so she. First of all, you've gotta make the pitch, and it's got to go where you want it to go. You miss -- even by a little -- and instead of exploiting a hitter's weakness, he's exploiting yours.Second, even if you know his weakness and are able to make the pitch, you seldom can rely on that same pitch, over and over again. Not during the same at-bat, against the same hitter. So what, if maybe he fouls off your breaking ball low and outside. Fine. That's strike one. The art of pitching involves either.