He moves away and I light a cigarette. Inhaling the smoke, I turn towards the other side of the bar and see a woman dressed in a long thin skirt. As s...e moves the lights show off slender legs and a round ass under the fabric. I watch her for a while and when our eyes meet she smiles and slightly raises her glass to me. I do the same and her smile grows, showing perfect white teeth.We sit there and flirt with each other, no words are spoken but our eyes, smiles, and tongues do the talking. I. I enjoyed it. She did eventually show me the photos, which were lovely, but again I sensed some disquiet from Christine about the experience, which she would not share with me. She seemed strained somehow, as if something very deep was worrying her.Then it was my birthday, I was 58, and we agreed on a whole day and evening together. I wondered if I had been bought the same present! We met for coffee at 11am. Christine had a carrier bag with her. She gave me a card, which I opened. It said,. She is satisfied and I get to share in her pleasure, which has been satisfying enough for me. Ali is adventurous and provides plenty of detail. I am glad to be her chronicler and pass her experiences on to a wider public. Ali is a petite middle aged woman in her late fifties. She suffered from depression when our only child died in a car accident. This actually brought on an early menopause and the loss of her sex drive. She comfort ate and put on the pounds. At one point she was over 170. “This is Smitty. He’s one of the line supervisors,” he told me, before adding, “Let’s go.”We fired up three of the tractors in maintenance and followed Smitty out to the line where the broken tractor was. There were two men waiting there when we arrived. They seemed surprised to see three of us, each with a tractor.“Why don’t you have that tractor disconnected from the trailer yet?” Smitty growled at them.“The connector won’t release,” one of them told him. Smitty closed his eyes for a second.