I slowly stood up on the tall heels and took a deep breath.I walked in, very aware of my heels clicking on the tile. I noticed thecandle lit and reali...ed she must have lit it. It was only then I saw thelace white panties on the floor. They were Susan's obviously and they laydiscarded off to the side. Susan was sitting on the toilet. The lightfrom the candle was flickering across her face."Kneel in front of me, my pet. I want you to see the mysteries of anerotic female." I moved closer and knelt. "Benny's on vacation," he replied, his eyes trying to scan back to the bimbo barmaids. I would not let them."Call him now!" I ordered."He would not want to be disturbed."I sighed. "Typical Benny," I thought and looked at the man earnestly. "Who's in charge in Benny's absence?" I said, as I felt the "Titled Trollop" stroking my John Thomas through my britches."Mike. He's kind of new. He's some hotshot college kid..." I don't need his life story. Just get him for me." Who should I tell him wants. It was still early for Sunday morning so he'd been told that it would be five minutes or so."What are you doing?" Andy asked. Elizabeth had her tablet out and her fingers were flying across the screen."Paul and I are going to a jazz festival this afternoon," she told him."Sounds like fun," Andy replied."Do you and Regan want to come, too?" she asked."I think we're just going to spend the day hanging out," Andy answered. "I guess we have some things to talk about."Andy felt badly about. During the regular season, there's a constant parade of guys who are up for a few days to fill in for an injured regular, or young prospects who are getting a late-season look-see by their club.Nope. In the playoffs, the lineups are set, and most of the kids you saw in September are left off the tightly controlled post-season roster. Managers tend to play everything close to the vest, and even if the young guys were still around, you would mostly see the tried-and-true veterans.And that's good.