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Our eyes locked and I knew she was telling the truth. I felt the opposing force but carried on with my home run swing. I twisted my body around to face her. She was enjoying it, I could tell. The music was louder than ever, and I felt the heavy bass working its way through my feet and coursing through my entire body. My hand seemed to stretch on forever and I felt the ice cold beer against my palm. “You guys wanna grab a drink?”
I nodded, still somewhat confused as to what had happened. We both rolled over on the soft grass once again in a never-ending embrace. Finally, my carnal desire took the better of me and we rolled over to assume the classic position of beasts from many years before us, doggy style. I kicked at the hound and he got the message. Do you guys want to dance?”
The dulcet tones of Parisian Goldfish filtered through the background noise. I flipped around and once again, got lost in her eyes. A pang of guilt shot through my spine at the dirty, sexual thoughts that ran through my mind at

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