. or there?” I wondered aloud.“There. The Sheriff here isn’t black, I’m pretty sure. He’s a stodgy old white dude that used to be in the Kla... ... and he’s a Republican, but I repeat myself,” Devin pointed out, making us all laugh now.“So, what’s his name and how do you plan to give us grandkids? I don’t have any problem with you being gay, honey. Trust me on that. If you’re gay, be gay. It’s what makes you happy and ... well, gay,” my wife playfully asked Devin about grandchildren, while. I got ready and waited in the front room. It seemed strange to be fully dressed for a change. In fact, I feel overdressed! I don't know what he's planning or why I'm dressed this way. But I'm happy he has something in mind. I'm bored out of my skull.Time continued to drag but eventually he pulled up out front and honked his horn. I went out and got in the car. He looked me over and nodded his approval. As soon as I fastened my seatbelt he drove off without a word. I sat beside him wondering. . .not a real man at least. She desired a man who could be rough, yet place the gentlest kisses upon her erect bosoms and beautifully bronzed body. She needed a man who could handle her beauty and knew the proper way of releasing the inner Rosita erotica. Her café brown hair brushed off her face as a gentle breeze became aroused by being lucky enough to touch Rosita’s perfect body. She stood on the side of a busy road, dressed in a light, fire red dress. Her bosoms trying to push through what. Since we first made love ... what we have, is so much more than I ever knew before, that ... why would I want anyone else?"She snuggled in against me. "You're so sweet!"Okay, I'd dodged the bullet, if there was one."I've been talking to Eva."Oh. "Eva?" Yes. She'd rather be called Eva." Oh ... kay. I can do that." She ... You remember what I was like when we first met?" Not really. It's ... it seems like another life." I put on a confident front, but I thought no-one could love me, no-one could.