They might be able to get value for me, from a non-contender, in a waiver-based trade." The Yankees -- or somebody else in contention -- would block i...." she said. "Why can't he just let it go, and use you the same as always?" He could," I said. "And he might. Problem is, if this gets out among the players and coaches, any way Paul uses me will be -- y'know -- kind of suspect." I don't understand," she said."If he doesn't use me, it'll be seen as Paul taking petty vengeance against me for. “Rob, what do you suggest?”“I think we should look at a MAC. They do a better job with graphics than Windows does,” Rob said.We went to one of the computer stores in town. Rob talked with one of the sales associates about the latest notebook Apple offered. I listened and told Rob not to skimp. He made his selection and then we looked for the software Rob wanted. Rob asked the sales person about a printer. He showed us several and told us the advantages of each one. Rob selected a high quality. “Looks like it,” you say, and you - what the fuck - nod to my pants? I look down, thinking maybe my zipper is undone.Oh shit. Nope. I have a huge hard on pushing up out of my jeans. And at the top of my dick is a big precum wetspot. How did I not notice that. I feel like I’m in middle school again. It’s like the temperature just went up another twenty degrees. I am red as a tomato. And what do I do? How do I play this off?Like a nerd. “Yeah, huh, it’s super hot. It feels like I’ve been running. My long dark hair and green eyes went well with the slinky black dress I had. Pam was bigger than me at 54 and 140 lbs. She was blond hair blue eyed and her 36C tits filled her powder blue dress. The girls mixed the vodka with orange juice while the guys drank beer. Since none of us were really drinkers we were all pretty drunk really fast. About the time Sam had his hand up Pams dress, Jake and I decided to go to his room. Very quickly he had my dress up to my hips and my legs spread as he.