I wanted to mix it up and have each lady knocked up by each man, sooner or later. I was still legally married to Melissa, though getting a formal divo...ce, while Farah was my fiancee, not that it mattered. It was a truly polyamorous way of life. Nobody was going anywhere.“Oh, I wouldn’t miss this for the world, honey!” Farah insisted as she got dressed in a hurry.“Same here. I can’t wait to catch Melissa in the throes of passion with a guy that I’d never met. Especially a horny young man who’s. It was faster that way. When at age three I grew tall enough to pull on the hair above her crotch, she would pick me up and put my face to the shower for a second. That broke the crotch-hair pulling habit.She liked going to museums and concerts, and when she didn't have a friend to go with, she took me. I went to my first concert of classical music at age seven. I really enjoyed those excursions.We were still sleeping together in that old queen-size bed by the time I was fifteen. After her. I asked her how much we needed the money. “Bad.” Our car was getting too costly to constantly repair and we needed a new used one. Even a $3,000 rust bucket was too much for us but we needed a car. But I really loved wrestling. Possibly because it reminded me of those times with Mom (not in a sexual way) or maybe because I liked being fit and having something in common with my meathead friends – we didn’t share too many other bonds and when I quit, we separated and I never looked back. But I. Okay?” I said.“Okay,” she said, suspicion written all over her face.“Ann, I’ve fallen for you,” I said. I was shaking in my boots, well, figuratively speaking.She stared at me. “Jim...” she started and stopped. I had a bad feeling.“Never mind. I can see...” I started.“No! I have the same kinds of feelings for you. But...” she said.“Okay, but ‘but’?” I said.“Are you sure, Jim? I know or think I know that you still have feelings for you ex. I am not gonna be good as a fill in woman for you. The.