Chapter 4

She did.

I’m old ... and she was mid thirties ... or ... maybe late twenties. Never ask a woman ... she’ll lie about it.

I know she’s a woman ... but if my mom can call her bridge club the ‘girls’ I can call Gail a girl as long as she doesn’t object ... and after two years ... she doesn’t ... object.

She doesn’t object. Wouldn’t do her any good ... nope,,, the middle of her third MONSTER orgasm is NOT the time to object to me ... or anyone ... telling her she cums like a seventeen year old, getting her toes curled for the first time ... because ... whoever she has been having a ‘decent’ time with obviously had no clue.

“Well?”

“Can we have this conversation, later? Like ... tomorrow.”

“A little too inspired?”

“A ton.” She hesitated, just a bit, then, “Did we really do that?”

“Yes ... we did.”

“I’m taking a nap.”

“You know.” I said, “I’m supposed to do that.”

“I know ... the few, the proud, the others, did,” she said. “You aren’t as old as your age.”

“Viagra.”

Too late. She was snoring.

“I WAS NOT”

“Far be it from me to contradict a lady.”

She snuck a look at the story.

I didn’t sneak ... it was on. Sneaking would be me turning the MAC on, figuring out your password, searching for the story, entering it and looking.

“Left it on?”

“Yes.”

“Hmm.”