I lost everything that was preciousto me. Now, it's payback time." I'm Shirley, the former nurse. I've alwayswondered what it would be like to be a ...osmeticsurgeon. I'm going to practice on you." I'm George," said a gravelly African-Americanvoice. You fucked me. Now, I'm going to fuckyou." What is your husband's private e-mail address?"asked Henry."I won't tell you." Yes, you will. First, if you don't, all we have to dois raise the frame you are stretched on, and yourown weight will pull. Friday night was rewarding, calm, and emotional. We had all missed each other. There was no business talk, just about Ching Lee and Vicky's experience at Elmira and who was in charge. For the most part I just listened and repeated over and over how glad I was that they were home and close again.For one night there was no thought about pipe bomb, mall shootings or the other news that was a distraction. We spent time in the hot tub with wine coolers and a six pack of beer. Jenny's doctor had. “Yeah around nine or ten ... Nine I think actually!” I nodded taking off my jacket, Vera looked up at me, smiling.“So what made you want to do this?” I asked her. She sat down again on the bed.“Well my husband of 33 years just ignores me, prefers the golf course or the legion to me, so around six months ago a guy,29, chatted me up in the pub one lunchtime and, well we ended up in his bed and have been seeing each other ever since, it was his suggestion that I was a good enough GILF, is it, to. He was wearing a skintight tee shirt that emphasized his strong chest and arms. Instead of shorts, he was wearing a pair of baggy exercise pants. The pants almost looked like harem pants, gathered in the front, tied at the waist, and held around his ankles with elastic. On his feet, he had a pair of white socks and running shoes. Janice had to admit that he did look very good: tan, young and fit like a beach boy or lifeguard."Okay, Mrs. Harwick, you can take the robe off, then get on the table.