That meant that I had to ride around inside a hell of a lot of coaches 'til one was hit. It took three weeks of pure hell fer me afore the coach I was...in was stopped. Fortunately, I was the only passenger that day, soz I was able to slip out of the coach when the bandits stopped it. I was already out when one of the bandits got around to checking inside for passengers, so they didn't know about me. I had my Winchester and my shotgun "pistol" as my weapons, so I was pretty well fixed for. For the next three weeks all he does is train, practise, and watch the rest of the team play games. Whenever they’ve a few days off in a row he drives home to his condo, but they’re rare events. However, they do get the occasional afternoon off. Most of the afternoons he has off sees Mo getting more batting practice with the pitching machine set for high speed fast balls so he can get used to tracking it at that speed. However, he wants a machine faster than the club has and he can’t find one. “Wow, intense” she said still calming her breath looking over at me. “Ya it was, I don’t know what you were fantasizing about, but it sure got me harder” as I felt the head of my cock now sticking out the full grip of her pumping fist. “I wasn’t fantasizing about that tiny thing” she said. To which I said “Oh really, so what were you fantasizing about?” both of us knowing I love her fantasizing about other guys. “Well,,,, it wasn’t you, and it wasn’t some of those hot football dads peeking over. Now that we aren't spending so much time wondering how good it will be, we can take our time to do this right. For example," I said putting some heat into my smile, "I hope tonight is slow and romantic. Not that I mind fast and furious, but it's been a long time for me and I want it all." I think we can manage that." He started draining the noodles. "Was it the same for you - the hunger?"I nodded. "I don't know what it is, but I feel like I've known you all my life, and it's like an empty place.