” “Holy shit!” I thought to myself. I have heard of Miller’s pond and there was only one reason that people went there after dark. I know ...he was pretending to be a girl my age, or was she, but I wasn’t ready for that. Nervously I said, “Uh, okay.” She leaned against me as we walked back toward the truck. I could smell whatever she washed her hair with and it smelled like honeysuckle in the springtime. That and her perfume were intoxicating and having an effect on me that I didn’t. There she was, his gorgeous wife standing there in the shadowed light of the bathroom. Her normally well-groomed hair hung limply around her face looking dirty and unwashed. The silk blouse tied up under her ample breasts exposed her flat tanned stomach and the diamond pendant that he had given to her last year for her fortieth birthday.Walking across the room, Maria reached up and pulled her husband down for a deep passionate kiss. Driving her tongue deep into his mouth as her hands trailed. I was moderating early that morning when he popped in to say hello and checking to see if I had a fun time. I told him that was one of the hottest experiences I think I have ever had. You give great massages I told Jerry. He expressed how much fun he had and suggested it would be fun to get together again. I agreed but had to plan ahead so it would be while before we met again.We talked briefly as to our options, and his house now was no longer an option for three to four months. His son was. The top of his head was bald and the tufts of hair he had around the sides, untidily sprouted from beneath a very well used baseball cap.He was a scruffy man and predominantly wore old t-shirts and baggy sweatpants. The bulge in the front of the pants always flopped about jauntily. This lump was further accentuated by a constant need he had to rearrange his jewels. Kurt had a peculiar way of speaking, almost swallowing his words. I was always embarrassed by the number of times I had to ask,.