Just as I approached the slip road to the motorway, it was raining and just ahead of me I saw three figures huddled under an umbrella with a cardboard...sign saying Nottingham. It was not until I slowed to a stop that I saw it was three teenage girls. The lead girl opened the front passenger door and asked where are you headed. I informed her that I was going to Sheffield, so I could drop them on the outskirts of Nottingham.Gratefully they accepted the offer and two climbed in the back as the one. It went pretty well, three up and three down, two pop-ups and one grounder to second on a sidearm curve that nearly hung, but then I was not facing the Yankees either.I sat on the bench, hoping to get a chance to hit, but my team also went out quickly, on about six pitches I think.The first batter up in the next inning, hit one sharply to my left, and I galloped over toward first base as Papa Junkins corralled the ball and tossed it to me underhanded. I beat the runner by a step and a half but. ”His hands began to unbutton my blouse, and he rubbed my breasts through my camisole. (I was not wearing a bra; that’s not how it was done in those days.) The sensations were very pleasant and exciting, both for the imaginary lady and me. I began to moan.“I see you like a man’s touch, my lady. This is just the beginning.”His hand cupped my breasts under the camisole, pushing them higher. “It’s time to get a better look at you,” he said. He drew a knife and sliced the camisole off. My. Ron and Cal went over the flight plan together. The first leg of the trip would be to Metlaka on the coast of Canada's province of British Columbia. They would refuel and takeoff for Dawson in the Yukon Province. After refueling at Dawson they would travel west to Valdez for refueling and then a quick hop to Anchorage. The plane could have made one less stop but Ron and Cal were both cautious pilots when they were responsible for other lives. Ron liked to have adequate fuel to take care of any.