While baseball may be America's past-time, it bores me to tears. It's too damn slow. The next time we're at Petco Park watching the Padres I'd love to give the wireless controls to my boyfriend. He says he appreciates that I'm a good sport, accompanying him when he goes to a game (Since I'm so bored by the game I make a great waitress : ) Wearing a remote controlled pair of panties may not help to keep my eye on the game, but it certainly would make it more exciting for me..... and, I suspect, for him too! My excitement will build because I'll never know at what moment he'll turn it on, or turn up the vibration. It will be fun for me to watch him squirm, his boner growing by the minute, as he causes me such wicked pleasure. I'll make it worse for him, whispering into his ear what it's doing to me, how I crave him being inside me NOW! He'll be torn between not missing a minute of the game, or whisking me away for a quickie within the stadium (which, with all the security cams is of course pretty much out of the question.) Without a doubt, whether our teams wins or looses, he'll need to drill me in the car before leaving the parking garage....which will certainly be a naughty "home run" for us both