Finally the
blows stopped. Porn Looks like some more would do you some good.”
Thwack! “Get this through your head, wimp,” she said to me, “You can
forget about golf and lunch at the club from now on unless you get
special permission from me, and that, I can guarantee you, will
cost you dearly. Our dating was fairly
conventional and when I married Joan just two years before my
retirement at 55, we had had a fairly ordinary and not very
adventurous pre-marital sex life. We were in the bedroom and I was still in my pj’s. Joan looked unusually sexy in her tight white short shorts and
red silk blouse as she sauntered down the aisles in the K-mart in
her red high heel open toed platforms, with me of course, bringing
up the rear.
