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 ...ver .400, more than sixty years back. The writers were already discussing the fact that I'd maintained my over- .400 average with the season half completed.Nobody was all that excited about it just yet, however. The consensus was I was just a banjo-hitting fluke. Another circuit around the league and the pitchers would figure me out and cut me. "Yeah a bit," she admitted."Where?" I asked somewhat intrigued."Oh a modelled a bit when I was at college," she said off hand, "just to help with my fees." Oh," I responded, I was even more intrigued now and wanted to know more but she seemed reluctant to offer any more information.I didn't push her then but I had these visions in my mind of her posing for some degenerate photographer and doing disgusting things for him. In truth I had no idea what models got up to when they pose but my cock. " He spluttered."Pardon?" I replied, pretending to be confused and not realise he had noticed my black lacy panties."What I mean is, well, erm, I think, I know your secret. Your panties. They've certainly brightened my day!!"What a relief! He liked them! The thought that he was looking and enjoying made my cock rock hard. I just wish I could release all that pressure inside them. I was begging for release. A release I knew I wouldn't get for another few hours until."Would you like to check the. It is beyond me how he managed a stunt like that, since even at a pen per letter he was way, way short of 75 pens. As for me, I was quite incapable of writing my signature in a fashion even remotely legible, so I had developed a different trick. I would use the first pen to sign my name and set it aside for my own collection, and then initial at appropriate places throughout the bill (my initials - CB with a circle drawn around them). Those would be the pens I would give away.At 11:00 I was.