Jim answered, instantly aware of the effect of the voice upon his groin. He cleared his throat to draw his mind away from his wake up hard on. "What can I do for you?" "Well, sir, I was told by a mutual friend that you used to play minor league baseball and I was. . ."
He cut her off, "Used to? Listen this is just a minor injury. I don't know where. . ."
"I'm sorry." She cut him off. " I didn't mean to offend. Never mind. Thank you and sorry for bothering you."
"No wait." He stopped her. He didn't really know why, maybe because of the voice. The deep sexy sound of it was wonderful to hear just after waking up. "Listen I'm sorry I jumped down your throat. . .it's just a sort of sore spot for me right now."
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Again he cut her off, " Oh listen. . .I'm not really that great with kids . . ." he started to protest.
"Oh...no sir. I am not asking you to coach or anything." Jim closed his eyes and began to imagine what sort of person would be attached to that voice.
"Oh." Jim tried to think of something to say.