A Very Filthy Game

It's a fine line between lust and obsession... Lately, I've been full of questions. Then one hot summer night I find all the answers when I kiss another guy for the first time. But all too soon, he disappears, leaving me wondering who my mystery man was. Then I can't stop thinking about him. Even on the ball field, I'm daydreaming about his hungry hands, and the filthy things he whispered in his posh British accent. Somehow I still win one of the biggest games of my career, and afterward th...