"A brunette woman appeared behind him."Sure," I said, eyeing the woman.I slipped out of bed. Of course, I was naked in anticipation of tonight's woman... but since every man was in favor of me having sex with his partner, it was no big deal. I put out my hand and he shook it excitedly."I will treat your partner well," I promised. "What is your name again?" Spencer," he said. "I know you will take care of Sandra. Everyone has heard how you have greatly pleased every woman." It's nothing," I said. It wasn’t intentional.”“Oh…” said Brenna, understanding now, “I just get a little… It’s fine... I just get a little excited sometimes. Not used to being naked like this.”“Well, there’s a problem, though. I can’t have you trying on clothes in your excited state. If you somehow don’t like the material, I can resell existing underwear with someone else’s scent on it.”Brenna was really confused, but tried to go with it, “Oh, okay. Well, I guess we can...”Brenna felt Laura’s hand move lower and. He explained that he felt bad about how things had ended and, as Jill wasn’t taking his calls, he’d written her a letter instead. Just then one of Jill’s housemates, a girl called Naomi, arrived and after a brief conversation, took the letter and said she’d make sure Jill got the letter.Well, for the next twelve months, I often saw that red Firebird around campus. At first, just seeing it made me a little afraid. I knew how much Jill had loved Callan and I was always a little fearful that. With many older women, I could see in public, I'd think, "Man I'd like to fuck her." Which is very true because many older women are head turners. Trust me, she wasn't. I'd know her since I was a little boy and had never once had a sexual thought about her. Wouldn't have with any woman that looked like her no matter the age. This took place around 1992 in the South. I was in a brand new house that me and this fucking idiot I was with then had had custom built. This bitch decided at the last.