The girls' imagination never ceased to amaze me. The next contest was to see who could let the smelliest fart. As you have probably guessed, I was to ...be the judge. Each girl took their turn sticking their asshole against my nose and farting their very best, or should I say, their worst. Next they tried to let the wettest fart. They even had me taste their farts. I never knew girls could fart so much. Jennifer seemed to like this game the best. She would even pretend she had to fart so she could. I felt reasonably confident that if called upon, I could produce for them, both offensively and in the outfield. It was a long season, and I knew Paul Warren wouldn't forget I was down here at the other end of the dugout.I figured to get my shot.We beat Tampa again, sweeping the abbreviated series with the Rays and preparing ourselves for the season's first road trip. We'd be leaving early the next day -- Thursday -- and playing four in Boston over the next four days. Mercifully, the Red Sox. Why didn't I want to do that? What made me think it was a good idea to drive twelve-hundred ninety-one miles on a whim?I didn't sleep worth a damn on Saturday night. The motel was quiet, but my mind was buzzing with random thoughts. One moment I was cursing myself for being so impulsive, the next I had dreams of him sweeping me off my feet and into his bed. Fatigue overcame me sometime in the wee hours and I finally slept.I woke just before eight and showered and dressed, heading over to the. Discreetly nestled among the other shops was “HIZ-N-HURZ”, adult toy store. It was what I considered a more upscale, low-key establishment.Jeanne's eyes widened when we pulled up. “John, I don't know if I can go in there with you. I mean, what if someone sees us?”“Who's going to see us, who isn't a customer here themselves? Besides, you know I'm traveling again next week. I don't want you to be alone.”I could tell Jeanne was pleasantly surprised when we walked through the front door. The.