''That'll do,'' she said moving to pick her top back up, ''I've had enough drink to pounce on you if you keep on.'' ''But I'm curious,'' I told her, '...I don't know whether I like them yet.''''Well I can just imagine the headline for your next blog, or whatever you write nowadays, 'How I fell in love with my Aunties Fake Breasts!''' she told me pulling her top back on.''No, I'm pretty good at keeping secrets.'' I told her. ''And I haven't written a blog in years!'' I hadn't thought much about it. All errors are mine.There she was, only this time she was with a different asshole. Then I found someone who made her irrelevant. It was someone from my past.I knew I was going to have a confrontation when Monday came around. I had walked into the Olive Garden alone on a Saturday evening. She was there with a man I knew, and he was not her current husband.I was waiting for my sister and her daughters to have a nice birthday dinner for my sister Anne’s oldest Karry. She was 15 during the week,. Then I sat on the edge of the desk and lay down on my back as instructed, wondering what Janine had in store for me. “Bring your knees up and spread your legs.” Jim was standing at the end of the desk facing me and his cock again throbbed as I drew up my knees and spread my legs wide. Janine reached over and slid her finger along my juicy slit, not once but three times until she found my clit and I moaned again. Then she aimed the flat of the ruler where her finger had been. Thwack, she did. But when I’m sitting in my apartment at night hunkered down in dim light before my computer screen, I can’t hide from the reality of my loneliness. At least for a while I had companions in my loneliness, but now Eric was getting married. Now I was even alone in my aloneness. I kept striding an brooding until I suddenly realized the gym was nearly empty. I glanced at the wall clock: 1:30. Yipes! I’d been on the machine for an hour. I quickly rushed to the showers, dreading the baneful scolding.