’ ‘Twelve hours would be too long to wait for you,’ Leah purred as she pulled him closer and took his face in her slender fingers. She brought h...r lips just into contact with his and breathed, ‘There’s a reason I wore a skirt, my love. And that reason has been wet for an hour waiting for you and your touch.’ He smiled as he pulled back slightly. ‘Then I’m sure it can wait a little longer – and it will be all the better for that, my love. Let’s have some of that wine you set out.’ Richard. It was July now. Time for batting averages to start wearing down.Nope. I was hitting .419 when we left town for New York. We'd be there for Independence Day and July 5, and then would go back to play four against Boston at home before the All-Star Break. After that, we'd be flying out to Seattle.The press was starting to notice me a little bit. The Boston writers were particularly interested, because of Ted Williams' being the last guy to hit over .400, more than sixty years back. The writers. All that night at home I was thinking how far this would go what ever happened I thought we would see were it leads.The next day I had to visit a client in the morning and got back to the office around 3 in the afternoon, as always when I arrive Elsa would bring in the messages and I would return the calls (This was before the Mobile phones) by the time I was finished it was about 4 in the afternoon Elsa brought me in some tea and said I take it we will carry on sorting the paperwork tomorrow,. I was so nervous Im sure my heart was pounding so, so loud. But she just added more oil and rubbed over my crack and lower between my legs. I hardly noticed but realized somehow she had gotten my legs to open some and soon I felt both her hands rubbing me between my legs. I have to admit I have never felt anything like it to be touched down there like she was by another person, and honestly even though like any girl, I had touched myself down there before I had never made it feel like it was.