I used the time to make reservations and find a clothing store without telling her. I navigated and when we were parked in front of the store, her eye... asked what was going on."We need to look decent for the restaurant I booked. I'm buying you a new outfit."She leaned over with a kiss. "Damn, you are reformed."Half an hour later, my Amex was covering a thousand dollars of new clothing. She gave me a look and asked, "How does a broken down biker support that?" We have to talk."I got a headlock,. Your thoughts flow through their reflection in the glass. Her right eyebrow raises a little as she ponders the words of the man in the black leather jacket. She purses her lips, tilts her head, then nods it slowly and "hmm"s, in an understanding tone of acknowledgement."Now don't get me wrong, it's not the sex that's bad. Sex is like karma, or lighter fluid, or guns, or trucks, or whiskey or a rock. It's just a thing and it's never the thing itself that's good or bad. It's the intention of the. . ‘We dressed, ate pizza, and played a couple games of Call of Duty. Then, as he was ready to leave, Martin asked me if I wanted to see Kathy naked. ‘What, she let you take a picture of her?’ I asked.Martin shook his head. ‘No. Well, yes, I’ve got nude photos of her. But what I mean is, would you like to see her naked? For real?’My mouth had gone dry. ‘What, what do you mean? I mean, yeah. Yeah, I do.’Martin grinned mischievously. ‘Come over to mine tomorrow night,’ he said. ‘Don’t ask. Hmmm, think again! Sometimes, it doesn’t take a woman’s mouth to stimulate your cock to erection. Sometimes, the mere thought of someone you want can do the very same thing.“Do you remember the young girl who used to live in our house?” Josie started while she cleaned him off with a warm wet cloth. “It was back in ‘54 when my father rented out the basement. Her name was Jackie. She had blonde hair and a real nice figure. You remember her, don’t you?” Remember her? Shit! How could Vic.