"Jenny. 610-555-3295. Don't call at night."Damn. It was stupid to have even kept it. I almost left it on the baggage office counter, but told myself s...omeone else might find it and harass her. Of course, I'd walked by dozens of trashcans since and I still had it.The whole thing was so weird. Jenny didn't seem like the wild type, and besides, I'd practically met her whole extended family. Including four really little kids who could easily get screwed over in the bargain if their mom was playing. Baseball was going very well. Moose and Coach Hastings were happy, because we were ahead of schedule. Our winter workouts had helped, and I felt more confident pitching. I did have some problems with control. Shiggy and Coach Herndon felt I tried to overthrow the ball. When I backed off, I had better command of my pitches. The problem was I was very hittable when my velocity dropped. When I threw hard, I was a little wild, but no one could touch my pitches. Then again, why should they if I. We talked for a few minutes sipping our drinks before she turned to me and said "I'd like to thank you again for helping me today". I said it was my pleasure, don't mention it. She took the glass from my hand setting it on the table next to hers and said, " As your reward I want to show you something." Then she lifted up her shirt to let me see he sweet breasts. " Do you like these?" she said, " I saw you looking at them outside." Now there was no hiding my boner from her as it stood up under. Paron seemed to take an inordinate amount of satisfaction from filling her company account with more and more data files. He had taken to asking, each time he saw her, if she had enough reading material and then, no matter her answer, he would find more to send.Kat noticed something else about Paron, he was always watching her. If she was not in her office, she could count on turning a corner and running in to him. The break room, coming and going from lunch, even first thing in the morning, he.