Helping Mrs. Ellis
The coach's wife was lonely...
”I swear, ” Mr. Ellis yelled, ”You guys aren't improving at all. The start of the season is in three days, and you guys aren't ready.” Mr. Ellis, or Tom, was the head coach of our travel baseball team. He was a real dick, thinking he could yell at us rather than really coach us. The tall, jock type, with his baseball cap and uniform. Truth be told, we were really pretty good. I think he just liked to chew our asses. ”Aa...