The images of the advertisers enjoying themselves in this fashion once more reminded her of Howard. Was not her own husband like the ones in the ads? ...idn't he receive a special thrill from exhibiting his sexual passion in front of a lens... and seeing the very same of others? Yes!And in that instant, the perfect answer burst in her mind. The innocent young wife, so less worldly than other supposedly bolder and more swinging people, suddenly considered exchanging photos... of becoming one of. He had all his own hair, but it was colored. The coloring was a very good job, but his facial wrinkles didn't match the hair color by about twenty years. He looked soft, but fairly close to the correct height weight proportion. He looked like the kind of guy who would fit into the kind of lifestyle that the tiny apartment would dictate.I gave them the speech pretty much in one long narrative. "So there will be an additional fee for the heating of the place?" he asked when I finished."Yes sir,. Right at that moment though he had received a message from Dave that said ‘turn around’. And there he was, his best mate, with a grin on his face and a joint in his hand. They had gone outside and smoked it in the parking lot. Not the prettiest place to get high, but he had enjoyed it immensely. About to embark on a new adventure, it was great to spend his last ten minutes in England smoking up with his buddy. When they said goodbye he promised Dave he would talk to Rob and Louise about the. On the other hand, Steve was attractive, well dressed, sported a beard and roughly as tall as Deborah with her heels on. Not bad but I immediately figured he either has a boatload of daddy’s money or was hung like Secretariat.Introductions were had all around, hugs and handshakes, and we were off to dinner.Dinner was great as always. Conversation flowed freely with the girls telling old stories. I contributed as there was space however Steve was interestingly quiet, turning to Deborah often as.