He pulled out his wallet and held out a picture. “This is my little girl” he told me. I took the picture. The girl was very pretty. Blonde hair ti...d back tightly. Bright green eyes. Very nice body, well tanned. She was sitting on a rock with a Dalmatian looking towards the camera but giving the dog a kiss on the cheek. “She is very pretty, the dog of course” I joked. He laughed. “That’s her dog, boy though.” I smirked. I turned the picture over and saw in bold letters ‘Fox’. I froze up turning. For those of you reading this tale and wondering what brought me her to the hospital, well sit back and "Let me tell you how I got myself in such a predicament."My wife of 25 years is normally a very nice person unless you do something that really goes against her grain. After being with her for so long I know how she reacts to certain stimuli so I try to avoid those situations at most costs. But the slow death of 13 hour days 5 days a week leaves me little time to live. All I do is drive to. The image was turning me on, but I was too shy to do anything. All of the sudden, Jon was grunting and I saw him blow his load right into my best friends mouth. After he swallowed it all, they got up and showered off. I finally worked up the courage to talk and said, Do – do you guys do that often? Eric turned to me and laughed. Pretty often. I had a girlfriend but I was always curious about guys. Wishing to seize my opportunity, I repeated their earlier promise. So, you guys were going to show. I looked around. Nothing was familiar, not that I expected it to be familiar, I didn’t drive at all in Henniker. Except when we turned off the main road and on to Rush to get to Beck’s house. Now we were on Prospect. Chuck directed me left again on Maple, left on Main, immediate left on Rush and stop.A girl stepped out from a house with the famous oval with the three A’s. She was carrying a large thick book.She said, “You have to be Mom, also known as Cora or Jo. Don’t look so confused. Your.