I took off a single sheet of toilet paper, just like my lovely wives had taught me, and dabbed the tip of my penis, letting it absorb the always bothe...some final drop. I dropped it in the toilet and flushed it. I went back to the foot of the bed to the unusual sight of my two wives NOT holding each other. Climbing into the bed from the foot, I settled down between the two finest women in the world and tried to figure out what to do.“Let me see if my Cro-Magnon male brain can figure this out. I. “As for you two” she paused “Emanuel, you stand in front of the closed door. Allison, you wait off to the side until I motion you over.”He quietly moved into place. “Begin.”Emanuel opened the ‘door’ and stepped through, silently smiling as ‘it’ moaned. “Evenin’ Eddie.” He sat down in front of the ‘bar’.The boy looked up. “Haven’t seen you around in a while. What’s it been, about a week?”“Somethin’ like that. Give me a triple tonight.”The boy reached under for a ‘glass’ and begin to pour the. ’ The impeccably enunciated thank-you issued politely from Shimada’s lips as he adjusted his coat sleeves and gracefully spun back around to face the executive secretary. His voice, refined with consciously reserved masculinity and controlled with intellectual precision, subtly overflowed with the rarest vintage of concealed confidence and profound humanity. He smiled shyly yet slyly all at once, as if he were both oblivious and telepathic to the all-consuming attraction which had been swelling. Take, for example the coincidence of a weak bolt being installed in the engine of an airplane, and the coincidence of my wife being on that airplane when that bolt broke. We'd been married for three months when that bolt snapped. It happened to be a very important bolt, and the engine lost power. It was coincidence that there was a storm going on around the plane at the time too. The end result was that I lost her, and the wound went deep enough that, ten years later I still haven't been on a.