He had to take his 2 sons for a competition that day itself and the venue was almost 300kms. Initially they planned to take my dear aunt with them but... she was tired that day and had to stay at home. He came to ask me to stay with her for the day and I realized that it was my chance in the evening after.My daily football session and after taking a long bath I went to her home. It was already 7 pm when I reached there and she welcomed me with cup of hot tea. I was always like a son to her and I. "Theeze focker can heet like a sunuvabeetch!" Hernando told me. "You trow heem jes' wan fastball -- too low. In the dirt, mebbie. Too low. He mebbie no swing. Don' matter. Den you trow the heat, but now, you go up high. High strike, first. Then too high, but mebbie he reach for eet, you know? An' after, high again. Hokay? One low. Then -- everybody -- way up high!"The cleanup guy let the first one go by for a ball, but, sure enough, he swung at the next three pitches -- all fastballs, all out. I was hoping to catch Lucy in action while the other cuck cleaned himself up, but couldn't find her on any of the room's cameras. I guessed I'd missed the boat and headed down to the coffee shop to meet her. This involved more unexpected ritual humiliation. As I left the mess I ran into Mrs. Clarke who was the joint owner of the club and a bit of an authority figure. We exchanged pleasantries and established we were both heading to the coffee shop. She asked if I'd enjoyed jerking off and. Going to be a professor some day?" Nope ... not the plan. I've been hoping for an opportunity with the State Department or one of the federal agencies. I'd really like to be an analyst. The idea of figuring out what other countries are up to and how it affects the U.S. is intriguing." You've got a pretty clear idea of what you want. Are there many job openings for that?" No, not really. A very limited number of hires each year. If I can't make it, I'll probably look at the private sector. Lots.