She waxed eloquently about the last time I’d given her the Big Bob Experience, only seven weeks earlier. She kept kissing me and telling me how won...erful the whole experience had been, and how it was all she could think about, dream about, and reminisce about for weeks afterwards.Margo also hinted that it also had been all she could talk about. I thought, ‘No wonder, so many women I don’t know are being friendly with me when I’m out and about town.’Margo finally settled down, and we stopped. "Remember no peeking!" I heard her whisper from closer than she shouldhave been. Had she not just left?"I promise I won't," I said. She seemed to be able to read my thoughts. I would prove myself loyal. I stumbled up the stairs to our bedroom,took my top off and fell asleep on the bed."Wake up sleepyhead!" she said. "I have got your corset!" Now stand up and turn round! Hold on to the bedpost Miss Scarlet." (Weboth loved "Gone with the Wind".) I was now going to find out what itfelt like. I grabbed a beer and stopped to chat with a few class mates. As I talked, I kept staring at a blonde girl over by the pool. She sure in the hell looked familiar, but I couldn't place just where we crossed paths before. As I started to walk that way, Bob came up and grabbed me by the arm."This is my wife Sandy, Sandy this is my friend from work AJ," he said.We exchange greetings, and I thanked her for inviting me to the party."Come on, I want you to meet someone," he said.We walked toward to the. But he knew that you don't look at a girl in the places you wanted to look at her. At least not blatantly. On the sly if you got the chance, but it was important to not be caught at it. That would only mark you as a pervert. An outsider. Not that he was exactly an insider now. But not exactly out either. He sort of orbited in a no-mans-land, somewhere between the utterly despicable and the barely tolerated.As his thoughts wandered so did he. Not so aimlessly any more. Now he tried to find his.