"Don't turn around," a deep voice commanded. My urine was still streaming, but now was splashing back against my thighs and balls. The large hard body...jostled against me, forcing me to grasp the wall behind the urinal with the flats of both hands. "Don't. . ," I began."Stay quiet bitch!" the intruder said, his voice leaving no room for argument. Some bumping and fumbling followed. A large black calloused hand reached from behind me to grasp my still spraying cock. "Nice," the deep voice said.. He looked commanding, strong, and incredibly desirable in the mirror as I gazed into the mirror as we made love. His eyes glazed with passion, the smile on his face radiant as he filled me. The orgasm was earth shattering, as he drew me back into his embrace. This was perfection, beyond any doubt. The magic is clear, we were intended to be lovers nothing this phenomenal could occur without purpose. We freshened ourselves before retiring to the tempting bed. He reminds her about the phone call. 407 was already an impossible dream. Ted's mark was safe. I couldn't get it done.As it turned out, I couldn't get a flat .400 done, either. Still, the batting average was only an afterthought when we won the Division and sent the Yankees home for the year without giving them so much as a smell in the playoffs.Now, that was satisfying!My final regular season average for my rookie year was .394.I would be the American League batting champion. The nearest guy to me had hit .346. (I had to go and. "Naaaaa!" I said. "Come on. I'll take the high road. You can take the low road. "That OK with you Hon?" I asked Kari.She turned her head toward us and smiled."Hmmm, sounds fine with me... but does that mean I'll have to oil you two down when you need it?" She asked.I thought for a sec. "Yep!" I said. "Whether we need it or not." Hmmm. OK." She said nonchalantly laying her head down as though she was going to take nap.With that, Hunter was out of his chair and on his way over.I oiled her back.