All they had to do was sweep Baltimore at home. Lately, there had been a lot of that going around. The Orioles, World Champions just two seasons back,...now seemed ready to settle into last place. And with the season more than half over.Dan missed his start against Toronto because of the arm strain he'd suffered during the Angels' series. Toronto won two of three and left town for the All-Star Break in a flat-footed tie with Baltimore for the AL East cellar.Arlie took his children to Busch. When he comes home he would find me and her in the bedroom with a bunch of candles lit, Kiss playing in the background, toys galore…I would rub the other woman down in some baby oil and stroke her nice and slow to where the touch of my hands would make her fucking nipples so hard that they would look as though they were about to pop. While stroking her nice, smooth skin, I would lick the fuck out of her tits and nipples that just the touch of my tongue caressing her would probably make her want. She giggled, her two-toned eyes almost as glassy as Valerie's in my dream. "Helping you get lucky, of course." One hand started fiddling with my belt, while the other grabbed one of my hands and brought it around to her bra clasp. "Here's something you can do with your hands." She winked at me, exactly like Valerie did in the dream.At this point I figured it was either still a dream, or I was going crazy; this was just too weird. So I decided to go along with it, and started fiddling with the. Ginger slinked into and out of my arms, kissing whenever our lips came close together. My hands on her back and hers around my neck took on an entirely different meaning than before.When we sat between dances our fingers were intertwined and our heads together in short kisses and whispering sweet nothings to each other. We'd almost forgotten about the pictures until we realized the dance was nearly over so hurried back to the photographer. We waited our turn and sat down at his assistant's.