”My husband’s long-standing desire to see me in bed with another man was still something I could barely understand but was apparently getting stro...ger by the month. The fact that this had not yet happened despite my now having had three lovers was a constant and growing problem in our new lifestyle.“Have you thought about... what I said?” I asked.“About prostitutes?”“Escorts!” I corrected him.He sighed.“I suppose objectively it’s the solution to all our problems,” he conceded. “I’m just having. That was all the cue he needed as he rose to his feet and pulled me up, our mouths meeting again. 'And you're sure you want this?', he asked sweetly. I nodded yes and let his hand wander down my smooth body til he found my hairless minge. He wanted to go to the bedroom but I reminded him that Dad would be home soon and probably better to not go upstairs. He laughed in agreement and continued stroking my lips with his fingers pushing inside me on occasion. Time had gotten away from us so we. As she kissed her husband goodbye, she thought that she would reward him with an erotic and passionate return gift.The rest of Thursday and Friday passed uneventful. Carl called his wife several times to tell her he had arrived and everything was alright. Norman, in the meantime, prepared for her party by purchasing a goodly amount of refreshments and arranging the house for company. Finally, Saturday came and Norma was very busy tending to the last minute details. She set up several tables of. 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 several of them would just get a letter saying that they had been released.For some of these boys, Bluefield would be the beginning, and the end, of their careers as professional ball.