"right in the middle of the row." He smiled at me, with that lookmen reserve for sexy ladies, and I smiled back, shyly, as I worked myway into the row...and sat down. I was in the front row, right at thefifty-yard line! All the rest of the row was filled with girls, so Iassumed this was where the players' girlfriends sat. I was older thanall of them, and they were dressed in ratty jeans and sweatshirts. Nonespoke to me. I guess I looked a little too classy and feminine forthem. I primly crossed. He took her bag and carried it to his truck as she followed ever so faithfully behind. They both got in it and took off for his house/ apartment/cardboard box: she didn’t know. They drove in silence, he never was very talkative on the phone and she wasn’t going to pressure him. Finally they arrived at a nice two-story apartment complex on the outskirts of the city. He parked the vehicle. They exited and he took her bag out from behind his seat. He walked towards one of the lower residences and. Ada said, "I meant it when I said I wanted to fuck you, I'm a widow and need it bad. Come up to my flat and I'll pay you to do me, what do you say? I was saved from having to answer by a knock on the door. Jane who was deaf and dumb interrupted the proceedings as she climbed aboard. She sat down in the seat next to mine and saved me from any more embarrassment. When we arrived back at the home Ada tried to get me to go with her but I picked up Jane's shopping and carried it for her as a means. It was a rather large place with a game room upstairs that had a pool table. My wife Mandy has always liked houses with pool tables. I’m not sure why, since she’s not very good and we only played now and then when we went out to a bar. We manage to use it maybe once a month, so she’s still not very good. Mostly we play on Saturdays before we go to the bars. We’ll have a few drinks and play a few games before heading out. None of us ever seems to improve our pool game,.