We were drinking in the bus and the atmosphere grew and grew. For most of us this was the first time watching the band and only my second gig ever, so...the whole thing was new. In our excitement we arrived in Nottingham way too early. So lads being lads, we had to waste a few hours in the bar getting ready for the evening. I certainly didn't expect things to go the way they did, but I am glad it did. It was midway through the second or third song when an older lady in her mid-thirties pushed. This put the black-haired teen on a roll, and she took two more of our wickets quite soon afterwards. I gritted my teeth, ground down, took my opportunities wherever I could, and slowly my score mounted – past twenty, then forty, and then, almost to my own surprise, getting the half-century with a slightly wide swing at one of Carla’s balls that sent it high and far in the air: thankfully, far enough that it sailed over the boundary for a six, rather than falling into an eager fielder’s. Let her soak away the chill of the night.Of course, there was an easy solution to the clothing problem. He had a washer and dryer right in the bathroom. She could throw her clothes in the washer, and have them clean in an hour or so. The only problem was what to wear in the mean time."That's fine," he told her. "I'll get you one of my tee shirts to wear after your bath so you don't have to put your dirty clothes back on." Thanks," she smiled. "You're a really nice man, you know that?" I don't. When they reached the underside of my crown I was gasping for breath. At that point I did't care what he did. Too late I figured out that is exactly what he wanted... After a bit he stopped and while I could tell he was moving around the room I couldn't really discern what he was doing. Suddenly I was aware of him climbing onto the table between my legs. His hands gently worked my calves for a few minutes before heading north onto my thighs. Each pass was deeper into the void until once again.