Or if you just want to sit here and titillate each other we can do that. If you change your mind and want none of the above I will still have enjoyed ...our time together."Home run, Arnie, I thought. The son-of-a-bitch was a smooth, confident operator. In preparation before he arrived I had unzipped my blouse several inches and pulled the collar wide to bring plenty of cleavage into view. I had also unzipped the slit in the hem of my skirt to well above my knee. So when Arnie was talking I slowly. In days, the farm hand had signed a minor league deal with Los Angeles and secured an invitation to Spring Training. Hartman had never gone north with a team for Opening Day. He had been called up a half dozen times but had only appeared in three dozen Big League games in his 12 years in professional baseball. He was probably the person most disheartened by the trade the brought Matt Driesbach over from Seattle – and shifted Brock Miller to second base.Despite the trade, Hartman had shown up in. "Good boy, now that your all calmed down we can talk about why I've brought you here cause you are very important" "M-me miss you must have the wrong person I-I'm not special in the slightest" It was true though for most of my life I was a coward, no other way to describe it, a terrified, scared, calling for his mommy coward. "My my so modest, a perfect trait for a hero that will defeat the demon queen" Come again, did she just say hero like hero hero, sword wielding, people saving, monster. Telling him that I’d be right back I went into the house and dug out my checkbook. I purposely left the door open knowing that he’d have an unobstructed view of me. I grabbed a pen and leaned onto the kitchen counter with my back to him. I knew that from where he was that he could clearly see almost half of my nude behind and the mound of my pussy from the rear. The thought of it sent burning pins of delightful fire up and down my entire body. I took my time writing the check and then.