feel himself losing control. She could tell, too, by his breathing, but continued undaunted. One light kiss on the focal point and, to his embarrassment, he went off like the fourth of July. She laughed wildly. Oh, how women revel in their sexual control over men.
Two blocks away, Angela Tedesco, who was out walking her dog, felt something land in her hair. “Damn birds,” she averred as she rushed home to have a shower.
“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing.
“Now that you’re calm, let’s go more slowly, okay?” Kim said. An excellent teacher, she demonstrated how to please a woman through various lessons that might be classified under the rubric, “Fun with Genitals in the Comely Widow’s Pool.” It was the one of the best hours of his life, and the best in hers since Mr. Arnold checked into oblivion. When it was over, Kim warned him not to expect this treatment again. “You caught me in a moment of weakness,” she claimed. Even so, he left hopeful she was prone to such moments and anxious to get started on his homework.
Meanwhile, with Robert Owens still eluding her web, Kristen began anew with Dominic once summer season commenced in cottage country. He was a dim bulb compared to the star in Kilworth, but he was still a lot of fun. He was patient and allowed her to take the relationship at her own speed. He was a gentleman, she thought, whereas Robert just wanted to hop in the sack. Of course, it was easy for Dominic to be patient because he was always seeing two or more other women, most of whom would give him anything he wanted. Kristen was a long-term project worth the effort, so glorious was she. They saw each other two or three times every week.
By this time, though, she was hopelessly in love with Robert and needed to see him after a few weeks apart. When news reached her that a team of seventeen and eighteen-year-old American all-stars on an Ontario tour would play a game against a team of London all-stars in mid-August, and that Robert was on the London team, she wanted to attend. She imposed upon Dominic to take her to London on the day of the game on the pretext of wanting to get her hair done. He dropped her at the salon while he went to conduct some business. She got a haircut, then went to the Labatt Park, where the game was to be played. She waved to Robert. Surprised and elated to see her, he smiled and waved back.
This game would be the first serious test for Robert. If he performed well against the cream of the United States, he might have a great chance for the major leagues. The American team hadn’t lost yet that year. The pitcher they would be throwing at London was the top-rated in the country for his age. Their hitters were averaging .509 against opposing pitching, and scored an average of more than eighteen runs per game. They hadn’t met any real competition in the U.S. or Canada.
Kristen, who’d learned the basics of the game from watching televised Blue Jays games with Robert here and there, looked on excitedly from the stands. In the first inning, with a man on first base, Robert lined the ball over the left-center field fence for a two-run lead. It was the first homerun hit against that pitcher all year, and it was the first time the American team had trailed this year. They were determined to remedy this in their part of the first inning, but they went down one-two-three. The Americans didn’t even manage a hit until the fifth inning, but could do nothing with it. By the top of the final inning, it remained two-nothing, and the frustrated Americans began to think they might actually lose.
Kristen and the rest of the London fans were on the edge of their seats. It looked good for London, but things changed in a hurry. With Robert at bat, their pitcher threw the ball at his head. Robert ducked in time and glared at him. Then the pitcher did it again, but Robert couldn’t move in time. The pitch bounced off his helmet, and he charged the mound and punched the pitcher in the
Two blocks away, Angela Tedesco, who was out walking her dog, felt something land in her hair. “Damn birds,” she averred as she rushed home to have a shower.
“I’m sorry,” he said, blushing.
“Now that you’re calm, let’s go more slowly, okay?” Kim said. An excellent teacher, she demonstrated how to please a woman through various lessons that might be classified under the rubric, “Fun with Genitals in the Comely Widow’s Pool.” It was the one of the best hours of his life, and the best in hers since Mr. Arnold checked into oblivion. When it was over, Kim warned him not to expect this treatment again. “You caught me in a moment of weakness,” she claimed. Even so, he left hopeful she was prone to such moments and anxious to get started on his homework.
Meanwhile, with Robert Owens still eluding her web, Kristen began anew with Dominic once summer season commenced in cottage country. He was a dim bulb compared to the star in Kilworth, but he was still a lot of fun. He was patient and allowed her to take the relationship at her own speed. He was a gentleman, she thought, whereas Robert just wanted to hop in the sack. Of course, it was easy for Dominic to be patient because he was always seeing two or more other women, most of whom would give him anything he wanted. Kristen was a long-term project worth the effort, so glorious was she. They saw each other two or three times every week.
By this time, though, she was hopelessly in love with Robert and needed to see him after a few weeks apart. When news reached her that a team of seventeen and eighteen-year-old American all-stars on an Ontario tour would play a game against a team of London all-stars in mid-August, and that Robert was on the London team, she wanted to attend. She imposed upon Dominic to take her to London on the day of the game on the pretext of wanting to get her hair done. He dropped her at the salon while he went to conduct some business. She got a haircut, then went to the Labatt Park, where the game was to be played. She waved to Robert. Surprised and elated to see her, he smiled and waved back.
This game would be the first serious test for Robert. If he performed well against the cream of the United States, he might have a great chance for the major leagues. The American team hadn’t lost yet that year. The pitcher they would be throwing at London was the top-rated in the country for his age. Their hitters were averaging .509 against opposing pitching, and scored an average of more than eighteen runs per game. They hadn’t met any real competition in the U.S. or Canada.
Kristen, who’d learned the basics of the game from watching televised Blue Jays games with Robert here and there, looked on excitedly from the stands. In the first inning, with a man on first base, Robert lined the ball over the left-center field fence for a two-run lead. It was the first homerun hit against that pitcher all year, and it was the first time the American team had trailed this year. They were determined to remedy this in their part of the first inning, but they went down one-two-three. The Americans didn’t even manage a hit until the fifth inning, but could do nothing with it. By the top of the final inning, it remained two-nothing, and the frustrated Americans began to think they might actually lose.
Kristen and the rest of the London fans were on the edge of their seats. It looked good for London, but things changed in a hurry. With Robert at bat, their pitcher threw the ball at his head. Robert ducked in time and glared at him. Then the pitcher did it again, but Robert couldn’t move in time. The pitch bounced off his helmet, and he charged the mound and punched the pitcher in the
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