“I live just around the corner. Let’s grab a quick drink and then I’ll take you back to your truck.” I nodded. We fished around on the floor f...r our clothing. My shirt was ruined but I pulled it on and tied it at the waist, not bothering with my bra which I left on the floor to gather when he drove me back later. I also left my torn panties as a souvenir for him. We got out of the truck and walked across the street and around the corner. The area looked familiar but I wasn’t really paying. Pulled my over coat closed as a breeze of bisque morning coolness blew through the car park. Arriving at the elevator, the quiet air of silence that only early morning offers. Still waiting...finally the audible bell as the doors open, still moving in a robotic manner as every other day nothing new nothing special just Monday blues. Positioned towards the back of the elevator and turn and face the doors as usual, push the button to the forty second floor when I hear a faint voice calling "hold. She had a beautiful bush which I shaved off. She was crying and I gave her a slap across the face and told her to stop or else it would be worse. After I shaved it off I rubbed cream on it and played with her clit. She was trying to get away from me. I grabbed the clit and told her to be still. I got a vibrator and put it directly on the clit and she started to moan. I then fingered her vagina and made sure she was not a virgin. I put a medium size dildo in her and it went in with no. " Saturday's still the day, Bill." You d' man, Freddie. Saturday it is -- at least if it's going to be the Orioles." OK. Fair enough. If somebody else's offer is so good that it gets me off my Oriole Jones, I'll stop putting any special significance on Saturday. But jeez, Bill, I really do want this to be over soon. These tryouts are hard on my nerves. The arm's OK, but I get the heebie-jeebies beforehand. Like tonight. Maybe I won't sleep again tonight." Didn't hurt you in Lauderdale." True.".