Bell, is start over -- as a pitcher." Pitcher." Yes, sir. It's not just a whim, sir. Our pitching coach in Bowie suggested it." He thinks you could be...a pitcher. Who's that?"Josie broke in again. "Dewey Wainwright, Ev. You remember him, don't you? From when he was in the big leagues?" Seattle -- right?... Five, six years ago?" I think that's right," Josie said. "He finished up with the Orioles his final year, and they hired him to coach at Bowie." Junk-baller," Bell said. "Didn't last long in. Even so, the air conditioning would be nice. Sensing my indecision, she made a suggestion, “If you want, I could show you both rooms and then you can make up your mind.” “That sounds perfect.” She calls into the back for a girl named Kim to watch the front for her and then motions for me to follow her. We head down the hall with her leading the way at a brisk pace. This is the first time I get to see her legs. Her white dress shirt is tucked in to a silken red skirt with an oriental. I keep squirming as I pose for her, trying to sooth at least some of my desire. “You look uncomfortable,” she tells me. “Umm… a little…” I answer. “Why is that?” she asks and cocks her head to the side. “Umm…” I trail off as I have no answer that can justify my discomfort other than the fact that I’m fucking horny. “Could I help you get more comfortable somehow?” she asks and walks over to me, stopping an inch in front of me. I blush crimson as I look at her, unable to find my voice.. A fetching barmaid placed a pair of drinks before us as he greeted me and shook my hand. “I assume everything is still going swimmingly?” he asked.I nodded and said “Yeah, just great. So, what happens now?”Wilkerson smiled. “Why, now we eat lunch.”I laughed, and we ordered from the hovering barmaid. All barmaids should dress that way! We chatted about my trip into town last night until lunch was served, then as we dug in, Wilkerson pulled some papers from a jacket pocket. “I have the.