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Next thing I know, Dallas has sent the disc soaring over our heads, and when I look, Nell is standing alone, co her hands out and staring at the disc like it’s a missile instead of a piece of plastic I take off toward her in case she et it back into play as soon as I can

As I sprint, the disc slips right through her grasping fingers and nails her in the chest She gasps; no doubt the air was knocked out of her The disc ricochets, and if I dive Iout of the top of the tiny tank she’s wearing I’d had a front-row seat earlier withat herself in pain, but all I can see are her sainst the curve of her breasts, pushing the very unfortunate occurs in irl loosening up beneath ave ine theht of s spread wide

Shenoise, and now the rest of my senses join the fantasy, and I think of how she would feel, taste, sound I wonder just ho I could get her inhibitions Enough to say roan, and try to clear ht?"

She looks up atat her chest, and pink spreads over her cheeks She doesn’t say anything

"Okay," I say "There is honestly no way to ask this without sounding like a pig, so I’onna try And really, in these situations, I find you o balls to the wall and throw it all out there Soat the risk of getting slapped, how are your tits?" I think about offering to check the it a step too far

Her ht line "It wasn’t my" She trails off

"Tits," I finish for her "You have them You can say the word"

"It hit me in the collarbone, not the breasts"

Breasts I raise an eyebrow, and she rolls her eyes

I take a step forward and say, "Let me see"

"Absolutely not"

I take another step, until my shadow falls over her, and take hold of one wrist "As you pointed out, you weren’t hit in the breasts Just let ood wind, a disc can go as fast as twenty ers and noses"

"Dude, Torres!" Silas shouts behind o!"

Hesitating, I ask, "You wanna take a break? Catch your breath and let me see it?"

She shakes her head stubbornly "I don’t want the game to stop because of me"

I turn around and shout back to Silas, "Nell and I are taking a break You guys keep playing with eight"

Taking her elbow, I pull her off the field toward the picnic tables She protests, but only mildly, and she still has one hand pressed just above her cleavage And looking down at her, I can seelashes at the corner of her eye

I sit her down so that her back is to the field, and go down on one knee in front of her She’s so small that it puts us eye level, and I say softly, "Move your hand"