THE GODDESS and HER DAUGHTER_(1)
I first met Jessie during the summer when she would come to the Senior League baseball games to watch her son play ball. As with most youth athletic programs, some parents come to the games, some don’t, but as the season wore on and the team was winning more of the moms were showing up and sitting in the stands behind our bench. Several of the moms were hot and dressed the part with short cut-offs and halter tops, but Jessie is the one that always stood out, and I’d sneak peeks at her as often as I could from behind my sunglasses. She was a knockout: probably fortyish judging by the ages of her kids but she could easily pass for thirty, long and lean, maybe 5-7 or 5-8, nice ass, big smile, wild …