Kiss kiss kiss." By the time six years had passed, she'd had sex with over seventy different guys (I like to keep count). She is still very attractive...at forty-five, and we still go out to bars together so she can pick up, or we find lovers for her online. I love being a part of that for her. I do anything to help her have as much pleasure as she can. Ironically, one of her boyfriends is married but is allowed to have sex with other women! She loves to mention that to me because she knows it. Her blue eyes were almost unseeable since her pupils were dilated. “It’s me! Erica! Remember? We were both on the swim team at Ohio University!” she shouted over the music. “Oh yeah!” I shouted suddenly remembering she was the swim team’s best diver till rumors spread about her sleeping with the entire swim team of our reveal school just to win our championship. She dropped out after that. Rumors said she became an escort. “Come sit with us.” She said snapping me out of my thoughts as she took. “It’s not a joke. It’s real. And so are my tits. I’ve always had both. It’s the way I am. Please say you don’t mind.” I’ve been holding him, but I let him go, leaving him free to turn around and walk away if he wants to. I hardly dare breathe. He’s been holding his breath too, then he lets it out with a gasp. And smiles. “Wow, that was just a bit of a surprise,” he says. There’s another pause. “Can I touch it?” he asks. “I was hoping you would,” I answer truthfully. He kisses me, then starts to. I was happy for them, I really was. Going to his funeral was the saddest day of my life since my dad died a few years back. The funeral home was crowded. It seemed like the whole town was there at one time or another. Will was in an open casket and it was like he was asleep with his hands folded and the flowers cascading all around the body. Im a pretty hard assed dude but that day my tears were flowing free. There was Molly sitting beside her man, holding back her own tears and shaking hands.