After watching a couple of videos it was easy to begin to fantasize that it could be me. Then I got to thinking that what is realistic and not crazy. ...t would have to be a balance of giving you your fantasy of me being a hot wife and you having fun too from losing a certain amount of control. You did have fun, didn’t you? Do you want me to stop? I’ll stop if you want me to!”What a dumb ass I was! I way too quickly said, “No!”“I figured as much,” she said.Then it was quiet for a little bit.. The pitcher hardly looked for a sign and wound up and threw right at my middle body. I dove for the plate and landed on my face to avoid the throw. As I stood up, the ump looked at the catcher and told him, "One more and he's out of the game and the rest of the season. Go warn him."The catcher didn't want to go talk to the pitcher, but he did. The conversation lasted long enough for the pitching coach to come out, and the ump went out to have his say before breaking it up. The pitcher threw. The man wore a suit and looked out of place, uncomfortable, as if he detested being there. On a whim Ed took the black thong and placed it in the man's jacket pocket hoping that its discovery would distract him from his misery. Eventually, Ed got a new job. The only reason he applied at the call center was because there were so many beautiful women working there. His antics continued much the same as before. To his surprise, one of the girls took an interest in him. Jill saw the way Ed checked. Wear something comfortable and light for the heat, but bring a change of warmer clothes and a windbreaker." Maybe a clue as to where we are going might help us choose what to wear," Lindy suggested.Nick only smirked and shifted attention to Alexandra and Rosa surrounding him on the couch.Pulled to my feet by my wife and into the bedroom where our clothes from the night before lay scattered, I asked her while we dressed, "You must know his plan." I don't actually, except being assured there will.