Liana getting banged hard from behind.

“Or we could take a walk.” He locked the car and went around and opened my door. Under my hand as if I was glass and requires constant monitoring.

I cross the barrier that blocks the parking lot of the baseball field, and he followed. We just held hands and talked about sports in high school, I did not. I liked singing better and I had over the years very well done.

We forged our way through the stands. I kissed him, finally, sweet and nice, not heated last night. He kissed me even sweeter. Why was he so friendly with me? As a sailor, I know I break in two if he really wanted. He was afraid of getting hurt. Why? I desperately wanted to Hold Me Tight, he was so sweet it hurts.

“Come here and sit down.” He stressed the stands. He was sitting, but I had another idea.

“No, I’ll wait here.” He got up and gave me a quizzical look. “You’ll see.”

I lead him on the baseball field and football practice field. I have my way to my destination … yard line and fifty. I stopped and stayed there with his head clamped to the side, as I did with the loss of my works. I removed my shoes and put my phone and ring in my shoe. Scooting the quite far from us, they are not reversed.