" Their arrival seemed now to be the talking point. Nearly everyone was looking in their direction."What would you like Sodyou?" Tom enquired."Her nam... is Vivienne, Tom. We usually just call her Viv. She's Mary's youngest sister." Well Viv, can I call you Viv or should I use the name you gave me?" You can call me Vivienne, Englishman. Only my friends call me Viv." Do you have any?" Tom taunted her."Sod you." Charming young lady. What would you like to eat?" Soon he piled a couple of plates with. My wife had moved out several months ago and I was now living alone.The house was in terrible shape. The curtains were just as my wife had left them. I swept when I started tripping over things. The windows had their winter grime on them. The kitchen stove was a mess, but I did keep the counters clean. The dining room table was cleared off for I worked on that. About the only things that I kept anywhere near clean were the toilet bowl and the tub/shower enclosure. The second bath, I suppose I. She had and amazing stomach, a stomach that any girl would die for, I mean a stomach that looks so good you could eat off of it, but by far her best feature has to be very nice ass. I mean guys drool over this piece of art, especially when she is wearing yoga pants. I mean I would so much go out of my way to see her ass in them. It was magnificent. Her name was Sarah.It was a Friday night when I started planning. I was to stay over at my friends house (Sarah’s brother) when he was having a huge. When we tried totalk, it boiled down to the same thing ? bear his children, stop working andiron his socks. No, he wasn't violent or aggressive about it but he kept goingon about how Tom, Dick and Harry all had beautiful, submissive wives and 2.5lovely children, trying to persuade me into doing his will. I got sick. Itwas tragic but I didn't have the energy to talk to him anymore. So I stoppedtalking to him completely. My career was at its peak and nothing was stoppingme, least of all Jack's 16.