In those days during 1944-45, the good Major League baseball talent was mostly all off in the Army and baseball was full of young kids and old men. Jo..., a very unpromising young thrower toiling in the minors found himself called up to the Cardinals and pitched for parts of two very forgettable seasons. After the War, when the veteran players returned home, Joe went back to the minors to stay and had a long and very undistinguished career sulking about there in obscurity. If you want to really. I decided to check my e-mail one last time, and found a guy very close by (Almost same neighborhood). He wouldn't send a pic, so I was leery (I never meet without a pic), but he seemed cool as we chatted on the phone, and I had a few hours left, so I said ok. When he showed up, I was a bit surprised. He was older than I expected (Late 50's early 60's) very nice looking black man (Did I mention I only hook up with black guys???). We went upstairs and exchanged pleasantries sitting next to each. I said, “Really I hate to leave and I want to see you again, tomorrow if possible.” She said “OK” and we made plans to meet at a local bar and play pool after she was done at work. At the bar she looked very pretty. That curly golden hair of hers hanging down over her shoulders, made more striking by the conservative dark green high collared shirt she wore buttoned up to her neck. She was also wearing tight blue jeans with white flat soled ankle boots. She was very happy to see me. She thought. “You’re getting a bit stiff, mate.”“If you keep rubbing at it like that, it’ll get even stiffer,” observed Jim.Carrie responded by putting her hand right inside his lounging shorts, grabbed his bulge, and starting to pump her hand up and down. When she stopped, I could see an enormous conical tent sticking up. I was impressed, but even so maybe I shouldn’t have spoken my next thoughts out loud.“Come on then, let’s have a proper look,” I suggested.“Seriously?”“Sure. Stop teasing us with that.