The reliever was all fast ball all the time and had decent control. I waved at the first pitch and fouled the second. The third was damn near a wild p...tch. He settled down and brought the ball straight in. I saw the ball off his fingertips and connected. Everyone got to hear the "bonk" from the parking lot.We were eighteen to nothing in eighth when they got two successive singles. We had a shift on so I was playing almost behind second. When the batter connected, I ran for the bag as I figured. I clicked on the Upskirt' topic with no idea of what to expect. The web page that came up had several thumbnail pictures of woman sitting in parks, at tables and some I couldn't make out because the picture was too small. When I clicked on the pictures to enlarge them I found that in each picture you were able to see the woman's panties under her dress or skirt. The pictures that I couldn't make out because they were too small turned out to be pictures taken on an escalator looking up the skirt. What I did, however, might appear foolish. I went to a really fancy restaurant and had a delicious steak dinner with a glass of wine. In those days, food was very inexpensive. I figured if I am going to be broke, I might as well go out with a bang and not a whimper, so I had my delicious dinner and then faced the harsh reality I was completely broke. My landlady was kind and gave me a tiny room and each morning brought me coffee, toast and jam. She often brought me tea and a snack in the. Brad and I don’t like disco, or whatever you call that electronic stuff, at all. I call it disco and I don’t care what anybody else calls it. All I know is, it’s for candy-asses who don’t know how to get down and boogie like real people. We were such a hot couple on the dance floor that night, everybody kept ogling us. The chicks all wished they were me, and the guys couldn’t take their eyes off my big tits. I felt like a queen, or maybe a princess. Brad glowed with pride. After about two hours.