I had asked that they direct me to a place that they would frequent themselves as I wanted to try food that locals ate, not the stuff that they would ...erve tourists. So armed with a map and the name of the restaurant, I headed out. I guess I stood out like a sore thumb. Once I hit the sidewalk, everyone kind of stared at me. Well, it would have been hard for me to loose myself in any crowd in Japan with my height and obvious Caucasian features. No sense in letting that bother me. Perhaps this. "Oh God! I'll die of embarrassment if any of those guys come while you're away," Margie shuddered.I walked the fifty yards or so along the beach to the toilet block. Going in I saw that the walls were covered in dirty messages and a few scrawled drawings along the same line. There were three cubicles and I casually glanced into the middle one. I'd only gone there as an excuse to leave Margie alone on the beach, but now I saw something that took my attention and filled my brain with new wild. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. But the question on Buffy's mind isn't who the victim is, or who it was that dug the knife into the victim's stomach. It's a much more important question that needs answering. “You know...” Buffy turns her head to see Xander standing next to her suddenly. “Maybe it's different here in Scotland, but I'm fairly certain that back in the U.S. of A where you were born, it was customary when visiting a hospital patient to actually go inside and visit with them.”. Perhaps I could turn my ED issues into a means to make my fantasies come through. While drinking beer, after a round of golf, I blatantly asked my best friend if he still wanted to fuck my wife. We had not discussed the idea in years. I explained that my BP meds had taken their toll, and I could not perform in bed anymore. I further explained that I could sense my wife’s disappointment. My friend said the he had wanted to fuck her for years, but had given up on the idea. I told him that I was.