I wasn't about to pry into Alice's past personal life prematurely.So we talked about the little league kids, and my work with the inner city kids, and...the Orioles, and the hospital, and all the little things people talk about. She was fascinated by the traveling life of a professional athlete, and had lots of questions about life on the road. I explained that it was, indeed, a grind, but at the big-league level, the clubs did all they could to make us comfortable. Some of the ballplayers with. ”“So, why so shy? You’re not gonna show me anything you haven't already seen. ”“Yeah. I know. But, ...”She interrupted, “Are you embarrassed for me to see you don’t have an erection? Is that what’s making you shy?”I blushed and sheepishly admitted it.“Well, now that we both know, there’s nothing to be embarrassed about – is there? So, c’mon pull down your pants and lemme get a good look at you.”I began by gingerly slipping my tee-shirt over my head.She added seductively, “Want some. But did I have the courage? The trouble I would be in if I got caught, was barely worth mentioning. Our parents were quite cool, but they certainly wouldnt be happy catching there son perving on his own sisters. My little head made the decision for me quite easily. My hormones were racing, my dick was hard again just thinking about it and I decided to go for it. I could hear the water splashing so I knew Caitlyn was in the shower already. I tiptoed over to the door, why I dont know, since there. I don't know if it was the nicotine or what, but there was something calming about a smoke after waking from the dream. This morning would make the one thousand seven hundred and thirty eighth time I relived that hellish day. Why I was obsessed with how often I had the dream was beyond me but kept track. I went on that same fate filled chopper ride an average of three nights a week and every time just as real as the first.After butting my smoke I decided to get up and get the day started. After.