An erotic passage from my forthcoming story, Sliding into Second, about a minor league baseball player's quest for love and happiness in the heartland

He looked at her intently. It was the moment he'd been waiting for, time to do the sex. She was way ahead of him, and in a single gesture was naked. She was larger than he had thought. Four, five, six hundred pounds of folded flesh. He reached out hesitantly to touch her. She grabbed his arm with one hand, and the other, clutching a knife, artfully sliced his uniform shirt from his body. She pressed the knife blade into his stomach, and slowly cut her name into his flesh. Hey, that tickles! he protested. She dropped the knife, told him to shut up, and abruptly boxed his ears with her large hammy hands. It was going to be that kind of night.