He asks if he should open the blinds and let him see it and she tells him no, I probably couldn't handle it. I imagine her getting up, pulling her sla...ks and panties down and telling Paul, she couldn't help it she needed that big hard thing in her. He asked her if I didn't give it to her anymore and she told him I only got hard if he talked about fucking black guys and when she did I would cum in about 10 seconds. He tells her to bend over the desk then, a beautiful woman like her shouldn't be. I opened the door just far enough to see who was there and when I recognized her, I said, “I thought I had told you not to come back.” She was crying and pleading with me to let her in and telling me she had nowhere else to go. Maybe it was horniness or maybe I just had the need to help a damsel in distress, but I relented and let her in. After explaining to me about her break-up with her boyfriend a week or so before and how her parents refused to let her stay with them until she ‘got her. She wouldn't be in the same hotel as the club had us staying in. But I knew both hotels -- ours and hers -- and their entrance doors were about sixty paces apart.Maria Osborn would be staying in the same hotel as Alice while in New York. Orlie, Paul's wife and Maria's mom, would also be there, as would several other players' wives, and, in a couple of cases, their children as well. It wasn't every year you got to go to a World Series. And, for the players' wives, New York was a much better. "Kylie!" snapped Roxy. "Come on!" I looked back, and there was Kylie,staring at the door."Oh! Coming!" she said, and hurried to join us.I pondered the door, but that was the last time any of us mentioned itfor a few days. We were in the cafeteria for breakfast, and I wasdrumming my nails irritably on the table."Would you knock it off?" complained Roxy."Sorry, these things just bug me," I said, looking at them."You trying to wear them down?" It seemed a good idea when I was thinking about it.