I kept straining and raising my head to watch her at work. She would look up at me with the most lascivious smile and then drag a single fingernail d...wn across my chest and under the waistband of my underwear before flipping it back on my stomach. Then she reached over to the desk and picked up a pair of tape scissors that are used to cut athletic tape off of ankles and such and she quickly sliced away my underwear.Putting the scissors back, she went down to the other side of the bed and. Still after a period of emotional release I felt a lot better and eventually we dried our eyes and went to the ladies loo to begin cleaning ourselves up. My nose stopped bleeding a while and much paper tissues later. D's shirt now had a blood stain on the shoulder where I had been sobbing but she managed to get most of it out. I apologised profusely for ruining her shirt which nearly set us off crying again but we managed to keep our self restraint.We emerged probably still looking a right. I thanked her and told her that a stylish friend I knew had helped me pick it for the day. She smiled back at me with that compliment. We had to ride an elevator up several floors to get to the meeting room. When we piled into the elevator, Ben ended up beside me, and slid his hand along my but several times on the way up the elevator. I looked own and could see that he was sprouting a huge boner through his pants, and bumped against it to antagonize him more. I was trying to be as discrete as. "And I'll get Bob Crandall's, too. Nolan seemed almost as excited about Crandall as he was about Zeke." That's because Nolan's a third baseman, like Crandall," she said."Good to know. I'll ask Bob to give him a little note mentioning that ... Hey, do you know we've got a guy on our club named Theodore Samuel Williams?"That drew a blank from Maureen. Evidently her knowledge of baseball names was more or less limited to those she'd heard about from her son."Williams -- Ted Williams -- was a great.