Such things have happened before. I sighed internally, shrugged my shoulders and continued to visit where our lives intersected. But this wasn’t lik... before. Other times, my feelings would fade eventually. On accepting the inevitable the object of my desire and I would drift away. Now, I couldn’t stop my feelings. Every time I saw her they rose in me. Being so aware of her and knowing she wasn’t to be mine would hurt. To be so close and not to have is painful. I would come where we met to see. The alcoholwas catching up to her much faster than she was used to."Do you shoot pool?" Brian asked her."Sure, we'd love to," Debbie spoke up. "What's the bet?" Well, how about a round of drinks?" Brian answered."No, I think Chris has had enough," Debbie said. Chris could seedisappointment in Brian's eyes. "So! He's hoping to get me drunk andtake advantage of me!" she thought. She was at once thrilled andworried. Debbie continued, "How about fifty bucks." But I don't have fifty bucks," Chris. Gotta keep all three starting outfielders because Brennan’s starting as DH, and we don’t want you playing outfield.”“Or infield,” I said. “I know my reputation as a fielder, Mr. Warren.”“Paul,” he said. “I’m a manager, not an accountant.”“Yessir,” I said.“Paul,” he said again.He told me to sit down. He sat down too, behind his little desk in that tiny office. “I hear real good things about your bat,” he said.“I’m pretty sure I can hit up here,” I told him. “I got no illusions about ... the. Take this thing in your mouth and get it good and wet, because I don't plan to go easy with you."Joe seemed to make considerable effort to get as much of the dildo as he could get into his mouth as wet as possible. Finally, Jane got tired of waiting. "Okay, Joe, assume the position."Joe spread a towel over the back of an overstuffed chair and lay across the back so that his head was hanging down to the chair seat and his ass was raised, supported by the chair back. It was obvious to the women.