Along about 1968, I was 20 and my best friend met a guy who
wanted to double date with his friend, Gene Michael, shortstop for the Yankees, so I was the blind date. Gene was home in Kent, OH, as it was off season.
We were driving down I-71 on our way to a basketball game at Ohio State. We were in front and my friend and her date were in the back. Backseat Bob reached over and grabbed my ample boobs, saying he just wanted to know what that felt like! I was incensed.
Not much later, Gene asked me if he gave me a million dollars would I have sex with him. After my retort, both he and