I even found myself thinking of my best friend's husband, who is a hunk.If hubby was reading this kind of stuff, I thought, then how come I'm getting ...ight hours sleep nearly every night?So that night after supper I asked him that very question."Well," he said, "I try to save it up for Saturday nights. We both need to be awake at work, you know, so we need our sleep."OK, maybe this is true. Not that I need to be all that awake at work, but OK. And I had noticed that Saturday nights were a tad. Sabathia, and J. D. Drew, and even our own batting coach, the aforementioned B. J. Surhoff. Lots of jocks used initials in lieu of first names.But some wag got to calling our "T.S. Williams" by the much-more-fun name of "Tough Shit," and, naturally enough, that had rapidly become his nickname-for-life.Probably not exactly what old Dad had in mind.Anyway, I asked Surhoff what the problem was with the kid's hitting. I knew Tough Shit was hanging in there at around .282, and that he'd finished the. Her mother Gabrielle said, “Jessica you could have worn clean panties. You never know who will be looking up your skirt.”Jessica looked down and replied, “These are clean. Remember when you accidentally bleached my gray ones? Well these are it.”She then smiled at me and asked, “You don’t mind, do you? I can change them for you if you like.”It seemed as if she had expected me to look up her panties all along so I smiled up at her and said, “No, they are fine. I like the view.”She got to the top. Usually when I wear night dress, I don’t wear any inner wears.Suddenly there was a knock on the door. I thought it was room service but why are they knocking at 11pm ?. Part of me was really scared to open the door. But I did. Out there was three muscular and gigantic looking guys standing and smiling at me. All the three were covered in sweat and there was a strong odor coming out of them.“Shit, are they gonna kidnap me?” I feared. It took me a while to realise that the guy in the front.