I gaped at my drunk friend. I had just spent the past twenty minutes trying to get him out of the bar without making an ass of himself. When he veered...off to to approach these women, I had hoped he'd blurt out an incoherent pick up line and I'd be able to get him back on track with minimal awkwardness. The stunned looks on the three women's faces told me getting out of this wasn't going to be easy. The three women looked at each other, the money on the table, Nate and myself, then back to each. I got up on his bed – I wasn’t going to waste time – if I was going to do it with him – I wanted to do it and get it over.He got up and got between my legs and he looked down at my pubic patch and said shit that looks nice – Sue trims hers, Jan shaves it all off and Jane does nothing to it. That shape of yours is great – Sue has a strip. Jane wanted me to suck her out but I told her I would only when she shaved or trimmed it. What did she say.Ok – next time I will.Have you done it yet.To Jane. Nothing to do but suck it up and play ball.So I did. As he’d promised, Rick Dawkins had me in the lineup, hitting sixth, as Norfolk’s DH. I went two for four (singles) in our 5-1 loss to the Louisville Bats.I didn’t sleep very well that night and, needless to say, nobody woke me up with her lips around my aroused cock. Instead, I woke to the snoring of my road roommate, the club’s pitching coach.At 11 a.m., I called Peggy. She answered, probably expecting the call.“Hi, Baby,” I said.“Oh, Marty!. That’s how you trapped me into marriage.”Now Matt laughed. “Funny girl. You were in love from the moment you saw me.”“Well... Your big dick didn’t hurt your cause.” Her eyes kind of glazed over for a few seconds. “That really was some night wasn’t it?”“The best night I ever had! Although we have come awfully damn close in our eight years... Lover baby.”“You’re right, we have Mister Big... Alright talk to Jack and feel him out... verbally. If he is game we could have him over for dinner Saturday.