The Bluefield fans were crushed, my kids were disappointed, and the Orioles brain trust back in Baltimore was just -- silent.The season was suddenly, ...nexpectedly, already over. No Divisional Playoffs for the Bluefield Orioles.Most of my players had no new instructions from the Big Club's front office. They would just go home -- to their hometowns all over America, Mexico and the Caribbean -- and wait for further word about where to report next year. I knew how they felt. And I knew that. Who the fuck brings an on heat bitch out and lets them off the lead. "Ah could be a problem" I say. The bitches owner, late forties, walking gear on. hair pulled back, nice face. looking worried as I get close to try and call my dog back. He's not talking any notice.The dogs run off, chaos as the women, starts to blame me, shouting and trying to catch her dog or mine. we follow and try to catch up, dogs stop under bush and mines really excited now and the bitch is now encouraging him. Walking. When he did finally come to shore I was certainly in for a treat. Although not erect he sure was extremely thick, from what I could see from the distance had to be at least 5 inches there and very puffy.The first thought was if it is that good coming down what must it look like hard. His hair now was very curly wet, and the hair on his chest was matted as he slowly came up the beach cock swinging back and forth bouncing off his pair of enormous balls. I looked over at Ginger he was scooping up. How was I losingcontrol to Wendy."Can I tell the other girls about the bet you lost and maybe they canall help choose a colour?" she asked me in a slightly raised voice thateveryone could hear, then she leant forward and whispered "Trust me.It'll make your exploring your feminine side fun. I promise."I paused but she looked sincere so I said okay.She turned to the two tables. "Everyone, Graham here took a bet with hispartner. His partner got upset because every time someone does loses ata sport.