.Soldto the man at the back for five thousand pounds. Come and collect!"In the glare of the spotlights I couldn't see my new owner but his voiceseemed...familiar. Moments later Steve appeared, handing Mike a wad of cashand taking keys and tablet from the table. To cheers from the audience hetook my hand and led me backstage. I was so relieved he was my buyer Imomentarily forgot I remained an owned woman with a future not of my ownchoosing.When we reached his house he bade me sit on the sofa and. “I told my friends that you probably remember every single thing you’ve ever seen or read.”“I just thought that was cool,” Liz said. “I still remember the numbers, too, even though I didn’t understand them. What does 60-65-60-60-40-65 mean? If it were me, it might be my measurements in centimeters but I don’t know what it means in baseball terms.”“Scouts rate prospects on a scale of 10 to 80,” I explained. “The numbers represent a player’s skill in five categories: hitting for average; hitting. It was late one Saturday night and we'd just gotten home from a party. We were both more than slightly tipsy and exceedingly frisky as a result. Our first kiss inside my apartment rapidly escalated into an impassioned grope. "I love how easy it is to get to your tits in this dress," I whispered as I fondled Helen's tall, proud globes through her borrowed cocktail gown. She'd been uncomfortable in the tight black thing all evening because it revealed too much of her deep cleavage and didn't. She was quite overweight but dressed appropriately for a heavier woman. She had on a pair of black slacks and a pretty red blouse.She did have the most beautiful face and naturally red hair. Her dimples showed when she smiled. Because of her weight, she had quite the rack.She smiled and invited me in while she got her coat. "Hi James, do you prefer to be called James instead of Jim or Jimmy?" she asked."For some reason my family and friends always called me James and it just stuck. I'm named.