." Leticia whistled as I found her gaze gravitating toward my chest and then being held there, almost as if she were the dude and I was a chick with m...ssive breasts. "There is something... different ... about you." Congratulations," Larissa chimed in. "What sport do you again?" Swimming," I replied with a grin, thrusting my chest out, again like a girl putting her ... ah ... girls ... on display.Leticia then glanced next to me, where Asher stood smirking in amusement. "You do swimmer, too?"He. Of course Ms. Sloane was helpful. Rather useful, in fact.”In our basement Lair, The McGovern had me in one hand, Froggy in the other, working -- with her favorite vanilla lubricant -- her up-and-down magic, “You weren’t nervous, Brewster?”“Au contrary, bon ami. Professionality, you know.”“Gosh, I’m ever so proud. How did the Q and A go?”“Swimmingly.” Then — Tell The Truth being the personal Birdie Motto — I added, “I let Ms. Sloane handle that part. She’s young and needed the experience.”Trish. A couple cars drove by and I could tell the men--much older than I expected (although I didn't really know what I was expecting)--slowing in both directions to get a look at me. The one's going up the hill, away from me, kept looking back at me in their rear-view mirrors.The look in their eyes absolutely titliated me, and gave me the courage--the desire, really--to keep walking to the top; the 'cruisey' area.As I walked around the first bend I noticed a car stopped. There was a guy with the. It was presented with an invitation to write your own ending. Well, I did and this is mine.Trust Left Out by juanwildoneTo say I didn't know what would happen next, between Doris (my wife) and me, well that turned out to be the understatement of the century. The next morning, when I awoke, I was fully rested and refreshed - maybe for the first time in years. I showered and even though I put on yesterdays clothes - I felt better. My brother Charlie noticed and gave me a strange look; as if to.