Take a stroll with Honey

"I believe I've seen enough for today," Honey says with a smile. "I believe I'll stretch my legs. Would you care to join me, or will you stay here to be entranced by the charms of these water nymphs?"

"I'd be happy to," you grin, falling into step with her as she strolls through the grounds in the direction of the lower campus.

"Have you found the athletic facilities here satisfactory?" she asks. "Up to the standards you were accustomed to when you graced the diamond?"

"'Graced' might be a little strong," you laugh. "They're better than some of the minor league parks I saw. Pretty close to equal to my college though."

"Do you miss it? Playing I mean? The thrill of competition, the adulation of fans and so forth?"

"Only every day," you say with a rueful smile. "But I'm a realist. I got as far as I could on the talent I had. A lot of people didn't get as far as I did."

"It's a shame," she says thoughtfully, giving you a sideways glance. "It seems so easy, when you watch the game. As though anyone could do it. Diana says that's why she loves the game; because of the subtleties."

"The two of you talk about baseball?" you ask with a chuckle.

"We have become fast friends since we met, and share our interests with each other. She took me to a baseball game shortly after we met and explained the things I had never noticed before. It greatly enhanced my appreciation. As did the play of a fine young shortstop," she adds.

You look at her, a thought wriggling in the back of your mind. "Where was this?"

"In Burlington, a few years past," she smiles lazily at you, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"And you enjoyed the game?"

"I surely did. And I enjoyed meeting the young man who had such a remarkable day in the field later that evening."

"I had a good day," you smile, having no doubt that this is the friend Diana mentioned when she told you about seeing you play. The one she called a slutty bitch and who she believed you took home and fucked. You don't remember doing that, but you're finding Honey more intriguing with every word.

"So did I. And a thoroughly enervating evening as well. Thank you sir, even if your memory is imperfect."

"I remember," you smile.

"You do not," she replies firmly, but smiling nonetheless. "I was just another in a parade of women through your life at the time. Don't say otherwise, or I shall be cross with you."

"Very well, I do not. My apologies, and honestly I don't know how I could have forgotten meeting you."

"Because you were a ballplayer who had a big day. You were, to use the vernacular, 'young, dumb and full of come', and I was just a cookie to nibble on as you saw fit. Part of the perks of your life."

You find yourself blushing at her frankness, feeling overmatched by her wit and intelligence and wishing you could think of something clever to say.