What can YOU say in six sentences?
His brick of a fist slammed into my face yet again, shredding my cheek to bloody ribbons against broken and jagged teeth. "Not so cocksure now, are ya cityboy," the huge man drawled and drove a knee into my gut for emphasis.
Doubled over and spitting red foam and molars out of my mouth, I saw him retrieve a long, cylindrical shaped instrument from the seat of his cab.
Behind the black and white specks that had formed and were now dancing in my vision I couldn't quite make out what it was, but as he drew closer the emblem branded onto the thick stalk was hard to mistake~'Louisville Slugger.'
"Now it's time you learnt what happens roun' here when you go grazin' in another man's pasture," he said with finality, and planted his feet squarely in front of me.
As he raised the bat and twisted, no doubt winding up for the worlds biggest grand slam, all I could think of was the intoxicating smell of her skin, tasting her while perfect lips wrapped around me, her body writhing as strong, smooth legs pulled me into her and I knew in that moment, even as the brute swung for the fences, that if I ever had the chance I would do it all over aga~.