It sure is lonely when you live in a hotel or a farm club bunk room.I was in the locker room at eleven the next day, dressed for practice. I pulled my...good infield glove out and stretched out to get ready. The Manager showed up at eleven thirty and the two players from last night showed up at noon. They went out and along with the Manager, hit balls to me to see how I fielded. They would hit alternately to me and kept me running. I didn't boot any balls and had to charge a few that were coming. I walked in and a clothes bomb had gone off. I looked down and there were a pair of their panties. I reached down and picked t up and then smelt them. They were nice and smelly. I looked onside the crutch and they were wet and a little creamy. I hesitated but brought them upto my face and stuck my tongue out. It tasted good. I licked it a few times and as I was doing it I noticed another pair on my eldest sisters side of the bed. I went straight over and picked those up and did the same. I was. Only the area around my vagina is left free. The cast narrows at my waist, then moves up engulfing my breasts, and stops just under my armpits. The upper edge is padded so that not to chafe my skin. The enormity of the cast is frightening. Then, I realize that I am feeling more comfortable than before. It seems that my body is better immobilized. I can't even budge a muscle. That makes me feel secure and protected. I stir my shoulders. The plaster embraces me tightly. I should not be scared.. It didn't take long before we fell into a rather casual routine. Janie did all the cooking, and I helped on the charcoal grill and loaded the dishwasher. There was no TV, so after dinner, unless we went out for a drink and some live entertainment, Janie and I relaxed in the living room or den—listening to music and reading books. By the end of the first week, we were very comfortable lounging around in our bedclothes, which for me was just an old pair of thin cotton gym shorts, worn commando..