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Too bad there isn’t a Baxter Mountain Resort. Of course, my plumbing is shot, and my wife would divorce me, but it’d be a hell of a way to die. (Either from another heart attack or my wife killing me.)
Several readers told me stories about their children discovering their parents were still sexually active. Like I said in my last post, it’s hilarious when they express their displeasure.
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There is nothing funnier than having your adolescent ‘experts’ express their displeasure in your dating habits. “That is so disgusting!” “How could you?” “This is so embarrassing!” The concept that their parents still have fun (or are even still alive) is foreign to most teenagers.
I still remember being on vacation with my family when I was fourteen and we were in a rental cabin with walls made from tissue paper. I heard my parents going at it one night and I was quite put out the next morning. My mother would never do such a thing! My father, sure, but not my mother!
Live and learn!
On a separate matter, a reader recently suggested I put some of my minimal sex stories up on FineStories. He suggested Vikings, so I will give it a shot. I don’t know if anybody here goes there, but let’s see how it works.
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The episode with the pastor being in sales, not management, happened to me about twenty years ago. I was a Scout leader, and we were camping in the late spring. It was a typical upstate NY camping trip, which meant it was wet, cold, and rainy. No big deal. The Scouts were also serious about ‘A Scout is reverent’, item 12 on the list, so we had a local preacher come in on Saturday night for an ecumenical service. It was sheer chance that I knew the pastor, and I asked if he could do something about the rain. I got the response, “Sorry, I’m in sales, not management.”
That wasn’t the funniest tale I have about Scouting and religion, but it’s the only one I can work into a story. FYI, my son made Eagle Scout in that troop.
As I was writing this story, I realized I was just too old to understand dating apps. The last time I needed to meet a girl I had to do it the old-fashioned way, by meeting them at a party and praying I didn’t fuck up. (Other useful tools included begging and pleading.) It worked, too; we’ve been married 46 years. Anyway, I put out a blog post asking for assistance. While the story took a different turn, I was able to use several of the incidents readers mentioned in the story. (The hourly rate was one, the diner and cheap motel was another.) Many thanks!
The restaurants I mention are real restaurants. Ruth’s Chris is ludicrously expensive. Black & Blue is slightly less costly, only in the ridiculously expensive range. I took my wife there and told her I learned about it doing research. She said thank you and added, “Just remember, you earn it, I spend it.” I spent it that night!
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Let’s see what happens with a few of the owners of Tropic Desire Inc. Jack and Megan were simply mentioned in passing in Island Delight so I decided to bring them into the story this time. Megan is the least knowledgeable about the lotion but has certainly figured out how useful it is.
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