While I felt a little uncomfortable on the subject I answered her questions about my first time, about how many lovers I have had, favorite positions ...nd so on. Then she asked if I had ever had sex with another woman. I told her about the time I was traveling to a convention and ended up having sex with a girlfriend that was riding with me. She said that it sounded wonderful experience. The subject then moved on to something else. I went in again last week for my regular up keeping. I was. The next pitch was a changeup that didn't make it to the plate. I stepped back and gave the bat a few practice swings and shook off a sign telling me to watch a pitch. The pitcher would throw a strike to get closer to a full count if he thought I might watch one. Sure enough, the next pitch was a fastball that was just under the letters and on the outside part of the plate. I hit the ball hard, but I must have been late on the ball as it went high in the stands left of the left field foul pole.. She held my hand as we broke from our embrace, and spoke to the assembled women on the porch.“I would like you to meet my partner, Dennis Richards, everyone. He’s old, but he’s kinda cool once you have a chance to know him.”An older woman, who turned out to be the group’s leader, stepped forward. “I’m Sheila Carson, Mr. Richards. Please come inside. I think we need to have a talk.”I had the same, uneasy “Oh crap! Now, what?” feeling that I used to have when summoned to the principal’s office as. I knew the next question was going to be, “And what do you think you’re doing, young lady?”But all the gray-haired lady said was, “You’ve been looking around awhile. Do you need help finding something?” She could have been my Aunt Betty, asking if I wanted a cookie, except this lady was Jewish. She was wearing a gold Hebrew letter around her neck.“I, uh...”“Take your time.”“Do you have anything... ?”“We have a lot of things.”“On sex?”“You mean sex education?”“Yes, Ma’am. It’s for school.”Which.