In an attempt to figure out what was causing my unhappiness, I looked for answers in books, tried to talk to my Mother and eventually went to see a ps...chologist. All of the information I received attributed the way I was feeling to my husband, and similar to the majority of women, I began to view my husband as the culprit too.Currently, women are initiating 70 - 75% of all divorcesLater, through my own research, I discovered that what I was experiencing was quite normal. In fact, women are. “Damn, woman, you really do want me that way! This is going to make for some very interesting family get-togethers, knowing that I’ve fucked both Lauren and you. How will you explain that to Lauren or your boyfriends if the sexual tension between us becomes noticeable?” I laughed, even as my dick stiffened greatly in her mouth and I started to play with her lovely, crimson hair a bit.“Oh, I’ll tell Lauren the truth and remind her that I warned her ahead of time and that she shouldn’t get mad at. Two staties got out of their cruiser. One had a shotgun. He stayed back and the other came up on my side and asked what the hurry is. Just then goofy old Essmer called in a weak voice, "Help me. They're trying to kill me." What's that?" the cop asked."Well, it must be my old pal Essmer. He just tried to put the hurts on a woman almost eight months pregnant and I argued with him about it. I sort of have him under a citizen's arrest, you might say." Let me see your driver's license, registration. As the weather warmed, I took to sitting on a tilted-back chair on the wooden sidewalk in front of the Bighorn. I liked the morning sun in my face. Sometimes, for a change of scenery, I’d sit in front of the Buffalo and watch the Market Street traffic from the other side.The Buffalo had around ten sporting ladies, a step down in quality from the ones across the street. Not that I didn’t indulge myself upstairs from time to time. Bisbee wasn’t surprised that I paid his whores — word had spread.