Every once in a while I'd go out with some friends. More often than not I'd strike up a conversation with some girl and we'd go back to my place and f...ck. Maybe I'd see the girl again and maybe I wouldn't. I just wasn't ready to settle down yet.One day I came home from work and there was an invitation addressed to me in the mail. The address was from back home so I thought a friend might be getting married or something. I went inside, opened it up and it was an invitation to my five year high. She left without saying goodbye, just walked right out the door. I am not hiring someone with that kind of attitude.’She stared a hole through me. ‘We are not running a goddamn therapy school here. We’re in the results business, I don’t give a shit if she didn’t say goodbye before she left,’ she growled. ‘Do you want to start holding hands and singing “Kumbaya” at the start of every day?’ I rolled my eyes. ‘No? Then offer her the damn job Chris. I’m serious. Our firm is redlining it, and we. She has always looked at me like she wanted something extra from me,” Jillian told me.“Don’t leave me out, Josey. I’d love to suck both their titties and I’d even suck their pussy too it you asked me to,” Josalyn said.At 6:00 sharp, the phone rang and I was in the kitchen drinking coffee when I grabbed it.“Morton’s residence,” I answered.“Josey?”“Good morning beautiful. I was hoping you would call.”“I was hoping you would answer too. Momma’s in the shower and she’s in a hurry. If I have to hang. When I was a young girl and in university, I had experimented with the usual sex things like multiple partners, a fling with some dark skinned males that seemed to enjoy my rear door more than my pussy and the odd female close friend that would give me oral support when I needed it the most.Now I suspect most of you readers under the age of forty would think that an eighty year old woman should just do her knitting and wander off silently into the grave with a little inconvenience as possible..