Pitchers shagged balls the hitters launched and threw them to a ball boy at second base, who piled them in buckets for the batting practice pitcher."H...y," he said gruffly, "You need to keep from using that arm tonight. Don't even go down to the bullpen. If you like, watch the game from your box. I got STRICT orders to keep your arm safe from overuse."Got it? Good. See you later," and he went on to other things. Ronnie wasn't known for long talks, quiet walks on the beach, or gentility. He was. I wanted that more than anything in the world right then, but I kept still. I daren’t take a chance on being left high and dry. But I looked, how I looked!Her hand closed around me. It was so slippery. I’d never thought of using lubrication before, but she knew all the tricks. Slowly, she stroked my length, stopping short of that most sensitive spot at the tip, then sliding slowly back down. I moved against her hand as it made the return journey. That set the pattern. Each downward movement of. I assured her that I would keep looking untilI did, that I really wanted this to happen.Two days later a slender black man showed up at the doorin answer to our university ad. Becky was dressed verycausally in short shorts and an old tee shirt withoutany underwear. He introduced himself as Byron a studentat our local college. As I joined Becky and Byron, Isensed that there was something already going on betweenthem. As we talked Becky’s eyes kept wandering to the bulge inByron’s. Frequently, Paul takes walks around our neighborhood, and if he sees me outside he usually stops to talk with me for a while and sometimes offers up a prayer for me and members of my family that I may mention to him. Sometimes, on the days when our trash is picked up, he will wheel my trash cart, if it has been emptied, back up my driveway to my carport. He seems to be a good and helpful neighbor. Yesterday I was out near the end of my driveway when Paul came walking down the street with his.