She was smiling. I stayed still and let her curious mind take over for us. She began to slowly slide up and down my hydraulic erriction and then to gr...nd in careful circles. She combined the two movements into a spiral and laughed in delight when I groaned. She was thrilled to know she could please me. “I love you, Randy,” she said. “And I think you’re the hottest stud on the planet.”This was playful Miren, a girl I loved as much as the romantic and serious one. She was doing things her own. Q. Why do men die before their wives?A. They want to.Q. How do men sort out their laundry?A. Filthy, and filthy but wearable.Q. What's the difference between a man and ET?A. ET phoned home.Q. Why haven't they sent a woman to the moon yet?A. It doesn't need cleaning.Q. Why is a pap smear called a pap smear?A. Because women wouldn't do them if they were called cunt sc****s.Q. What's the difference between your paycheck and your cock?A. You don't have to beg your wife to blow your paycheck!Q. What. "Well I've fucking had enough. I'm no superman. I'm just a regular Joe. I'm not putting up with this any longer. Find someone else to torment. Someone else to tease. Someone else who can put up with it all. Good-fucking-bye!I left her sitting there, with a stunned look on her face, and she still seemed wonderful. I stomped back inside and made a couple of phone calls, knowing I should have kept quiet, and knowing that now I'd have to leave. I managed to convince one of my friends to put me up. He asked if I wanted to walk outside with him and swing; my grandparents built a tree house with swing set years ago for me and my cousins. I told him yes, as I followed out the back door. We sat on the swings and talked for at least an hour, catching up on all the details of our busy lives. We were both buzzed, so the seriousness of our conversation quickly turned to laughter and goofing off. Laughing at one of his stupid jokes, I leaned back to far and fell off the swing flat on my back. John.