A secret addiction.The next room was devoted to role playing. We spent 15 minutes watching an older man in his 50's role playing with a barely legal g...rl. Although again, she looked a few years younger. She was playing his stepdaughter who had turned 18 that very day and he was teaching her how to accept a cock in her ass before she headed off to college. She was on the bed on all fours wearing a Catholic Schoolgirl outfit: white shirt tied up just below her ample tits, a plaid skirt that had. "My parents are alive, and I've got a sister," I said, guessing that wasn't what Kate meant. "I'm divorced, no kids." What went wrong?" We got married right before I started my own company. Bad timing. I was more interested in my work than my marriage and after a while my wife got tired of being home alone and decided to do something about it. My fault. That was three years ago."I'd been finished eating for a while. Kate still had some waffle left and didn't look like she was planning on. I asked her if Tammy was performing that night and she didn't answer me.I asked her again and she said, "Bill, Tammy really cares for you. She can't perform with you watching her. Please don't come here tonight."I ate my lunch and left. I used only one crutch to get around. I really didn't need it but it made it much easier to walk. I went home and went stir crazy thinking about Tammy at the club. I said, "To hell with it!" and headed to the club. When I got there I heard them announce the next. She stood and offered me her hand so I could pull myself up. Not that I couldn’t have done that myself, but it was a nice gesture and told me more than words could have that she wasn’t upset. “You’re a good-looking guy, Jacob. And good company. If there was just a little less age-gap, I’d want to do some exploring with you. For now, though ... well, better just enjoy what we have.”I didn’t usually shower between my five-thirty run and my nine o’clock CC practice. What’s the point? I did this.