We piled into my trusty SUV and headed off to the grocery store. It took us the better part of two and a half hours to get what we needed and return h...me. While we were gone George, my maintenance man, had pulled the camper out of the garage, got it fueled up (diesel) and checked everything out. It was parked in the cul-de-sac in front of the house so we could load it up as easily as possible. The camper, as I called it, was a 39-foot Winnebago Journey motor home which was made especially for. My dick started to rise and I couldn’t hide it through my basketball shorts. Her face turned red when she saw my hard on, I tried to offer her an apology but she told me it was ok and that’s she was flattered that she could still get someone’s blood going. Mrs. Lewis placed my towel and wash cloth on the sink and closed the bathroom door. I felt like an asshole for losing control of myself in front of my neighbor. I entered the shower and started lathering my body, the hot water felt so good on. He slipped his arms through the sleeves, then over his head, then stood and pulled his jersey down. One player began to clap his hands, and then another and another. Brad sat down as the applause grew by the numbers. He looked around, wondering who the sudden appreciation was for and joined in clapping his hands.“Why are we clapping our hands?” He asked, leaning toward Jake.“We’re applauding for you.”“Why for me, my first game isn’t that important to the guys.”“It sure is to us. Besides, take a. Monday morning came on off to work, I head for the elevator, the doors open, A guy is running down the hallway to catch it so I hold the door for him. He steps in and the doors close, "nice show the other night" he says, " aah ah glad you liked it" I stammer, " my names Ron, number 39, come by for a drink when you get off work" he said as he got off on the ground floor. I rode down to the garage wondering what to do.I headed home and rode the elevator up, what the hell I thought and turned.