‘I was in the Army, it’s not far.’ ‘But with your leg…’ she trailed off. ‘Legs.’ The prosthetics clunked when he tapped them with his ...ated stick. ‘They’ll be fine.’ They weren’t fine – the fit of one cup wasn’t quite right, and he could feel a sore developing. ‘Can you wait just a while longer?’ He drew his shoulders back, lifted his chin up. ‘Sorry, I have to go now. Goodnight.’ And stepped out into the deluge. Fifty yards later, he was wishing he’d kept the thirty quid to offer any driver. Jen had appeared at my door a little earlier, clearly distraught. She had told me briefly that she was having some personal problems. I had held her as a friendly gesture, which I now realized had been emotionally overwhelming, and had opened the floodgates of her unhappiness.The crying subsides, and she begins to explain her sadness. Jen tells me that her husband has left her. Although this appears to be a sudden move on his part, they have been drifting apart for some time. “He has got some. We arrived at the cinema complex early. There are a number of places to have a meal and we decided to go to the pub within the complex for food and a drink. As soon as she sat down Mrs V started to cross and un cross her legs giving a clear view of her stocking tops. As usual she wore no pants. Before leaving the pub Mrs V needed to visit the toilet which was upstairs. As she climbed the stairs she bent over giving the pub a great view of her stockings and bare ass.So to the cinema. We arrived. While sitting on the steps, I thought about getting fucked, and fucking Bob. Once again, I questioned my sexuality, wondering if I was gay or bisexual. There was only one way to find out, and I looked forward to having sex with a girl.“You didn’t seem to mind getting fucked, Greg,” Bob said.“No, it was different, but I enjoyed it. I think I like sucking cock better, but I’ll have to let you know. How often do you have anal sex at the club?” I said.“Not too often. Most of the members want a.