"Wait" I said quietly, "meet me outside we can go to my car". "No, I don't think so" he said then walked out of the men's room. Damn I thought to myse...f as I washed my hands making sure an appropriate amount of time passed after he left before leaving the men's room. I looked around the store hoping to find the man from the men's room, I saw him just as he was leaving the store, I caught up to him out in the mall."Hey, what's the rush" I said. "I can't do it" he answered. "Sure you can" I. But we came home with filthy road uniforms, one more kid who had just lost his virginity a thousand miles from his home state of Wyoming, and seven more wins.The Baby Birds were in first place!My road dispatches to the Orioles brass in Baltimore were more detailed and more punchy than the ones I composed at home, when I was always eager to pack up and head for Orlie's place. I waxed eloquent about the exploits of my little band of beardless boys, winning ballgames like they were the Bronx. He struggled harder. More pleasure... Helga yipped as she came, her cunt clamping down on him in waves of pleasure... His own climax hit, and he spurted into her again and again. It left him drained. When he was aware again, he had no strength. His body struggled weakly for breath, but it didn't matter. Phillip would never breathe again. He had accepted that five moves ago, at the start of the sequence that led to his being checkmated.No air... no... Phillip heard her yipping again... He knew. Her eyes, again, pulled me in. “Yes,” she said at last. “Thank you.” Her voice was precise and refined, very English but with the merest hint of something more exotic. She looked only a couple of years older than me - mid thirties, perhaps. I lit her cigarette, then pulled out my own pack and lit another one for myself. The woman’s eyes did not leave mine. We both inhaled for a moment in silence, looking at each other. “Charlotte Christchurch,” she said, holding out a hand. “You can call me.