She says, "okay" warily, but she doesn't think about it too long either. Adrenaline was pumping now and Paula was enjoying the rush.And so, dressed li...e a cheap hooker, she walks in front of me into the greasy little store. I watch the head of every pervert turn to get a good look at her. I wondered if the "freshly fucked" vibe was something they could all sense or if was just me. I take my wife into the back down a hallway pasted with fliers and posters of naked strippers and porno girls. When his fingertips grazed my nipple, he gently began to scratch it. I had to choke back a groan."You think about me?" he asked.I nodded. It wasn't that easy to breathe, never mind speak. I hoped he wasn't going to ask me what I'd been thinking..."Yo!" he laughed, cupping the whole of my breast now. "I bet ya did. I ain't ever had a lady suck me like that."As soon as we hit a set of traffic lights, he took my hand and placed it on his crotch. Oh my Lord, he was hard. I could almost feel him. . Why are you asking me that?" I'll ask you again. Do you?"Roger remained silent. He couldn't lie to her again. He had just tried it, and it obviously didn't work. And then he asked her, again:"Why are you asking me that?" Because I think you do. Do you? Uh? Do you like other men?"Roger didn't answer. He couldn't believe it, she knew it. After twenty years, she knew everything. He had no idea of how she had figured it out, but she certainly knew it."Yes," he said. "I'm sorry." Me too. Why. The huge HDTV dominated the far wall seemed ready to go and Emily had already dimmed the lights and closed the blinds."Have fun, girls, and have a good night," I called as I headed back to my room.Back in my room I decided to catch up on my email. There was a long letter from Amy and several messages from The Girls wondering how things were going and letting me know about their new classes. With their reminder I mentally groaned at the six chapters I had yet to read for my 'Intro to Economics'.