What am I doing now? I am now sitting in my girlfriend's Sunday school class at a protestant mega-church. It's a class for divorced singles. The speak...r is telling them how men don't understand their wives and moms, and there is one reason for the awful divorce rate -- MEN!So where did this start? Last night, we made the night club circuit. We danced. We kissed and groped. She came to my apartment; and after a lot of sex, I was exhausted. I took her home at 3 a.m. Let me think ... I promised to. ”“Maybe once or twice,” I said, carefully.“It’s funny, but I’m not jealous anymore,” she said.“How does that work?” I asked.“I think it’s because I know you’ll stand by me forever. You’ve proved that already, staying with us all these years.”“You needed me,” I said. “At least at first.”“I still need you, even more, maybe. And Harper does too. She’s confused, full of hormones, maybe a little scared. She’s never seen me act like this. It has to be very strange for her.”“I’ve never seen you like. Her legs were trembling almost spasmodically and she felt her belly tightening and churning and boiling. She grunted like a pig as her orgasm swept through her in wave after wave of sexual bliss.She stood there for some minutes in the jets of water, trembling with the aftereffects of her lust. Then she soaped herself in with the shower gel yet again and washed her hair twice before turning the water off. She went to the mirror and brushed her hair back without drying it. Then she took up a. Mrs. Bennett had me strip and offered me a flimsy pink robe to wear. Itried to protest, but she said the chemicals she was going to use coulddamage her daughter's clothes and she refused to have me responsible forthat too. As I sat back in the chair she started working on my hands.She first put some acrylic stuff on my nails saying that they would needsome time to pull the dye out.... Otherwise I'd have to wait for my nailsto grow the color out. She then dipped my fingers into two bowls of.