It spoils the mood if you have to run brush your teeth.But, when you’re enjoying great sex, who cares about stale peppermints?Of course great sex, a... our ages, and after twenty-five years of marriage, doesn’t necessarily mean long, drawn-out sex, which was good that morning because the kids came stampeding back into the house, wet, cold, and complaining.I got up, still panting slightly from my hastily-completed husbandly duties, threw a piece of oak into the stove and cracked open the air vent. Er, Carrie was coming to an end, so I selfishly wanted as much as I can get. She tried to calm me, telling me the thing with Mike was just a fling, and we’d forget him pretty quick when we got home, but I knew better.The genie was out of the bottle. She got to experience living like she was always supposed to, treated with kindness, a guy lusting over her. You can’t deny nature, IF she came home with us, she wouldn’t last three months. She wouldn’t be able to fool herself or anyone else. She. L smiled, we had always flirted a bit with each other, but had never actually done anything more sexual than massaging each other on the shoulders and back. 'Come on, lets get you to bed'. His bedroom was on the top floor of the house and well away from anybody. We stumbled together up the stairs, his hand keeping slipping down from my waist to my ass, with me trying to lift it off all the time, thinking to myself l'll make him pay when he's sober in the morning. Finally l got him to the. And then Dave did something, well, unmistakably Dave-like. Even though he'd been sober since that night at my apartment, he unleashed a hilarious impersonation of his drunk self.He proceeded to give me an ungainly man-hug, and in a slurred, high-pitched voice, croaked out, "I love you, man!"Six people lost it, and the laughter didn't die down for what seemed like several minutes.June 13, 1983We'd done shows the previous Friday and Saturday evening at Sea Breeze. This was the somewhat exclusive.