When I got home I stupidly told my dad what had happened, this earned me a second spanking, for being so stupid as to say anything. The effect of this...was to stop me ever telling my parents anything that happened, in case I got smacked again. My parents are wonderful and loving people who struggled to bring us up in a rapidly changing world. TV was very new, most people did not have a telephone in the house, indeed many still had no fridge or washing machine too! Very few families in our. We arrived home right before midnight. I told her thanks and gave her the money for babysitting. My eyes were again roaming her beautiful body as she got ready to leave. She began to walk out the door when she quickly turned around and gave me a big smile. She made sure I got another good look at her body before she left. I was now thinking to myself "Did she noticed that I was checking her out?" She has to know "There was no way I would want her" My thoughts were now racing through my mind on. The year 1966 had been the best one of all. The Orioles won their first pennant and swept the Dodgers, 4-zip, in the World Series.Best of all, it was a ten-team league that year, and guess who finished dead-last?Yep. The Yankees.It just doesn't get any better than that!But it had been a long time since Baltimore fans had been able to enjoy their club's success this much. We seemed, after a couple of recent seasons of emerging into "pretty decent," to now be on the cusp of becoming true. I was totally devastated and started drinking. I didn’t attend my classes whole and my professors started questioning why am no in class and finally when I was sleeping in the room, my friend took me for tea. There I saw her and I felt some stirring in my stomach. She said sorry and immediately slapped me hard and started walking.I didn’t understand what happened and my friend abused me “asshole go for her, she’s yours. Run idiot”. I went in front of her and she kept walking and I walked with.