My wife and I have a deal where we can do anything with anyone if we're careful and share encounters with each other. I'll be telling her what we've a...ready done and anything else we do now or ever. If you have any STDs, we won't be using my favorite probe. OK?"Startled, she stared at me for a second before sliding her hot hand onto my twitching dick. "No, dear, no STDs and I guess you don't have any either. Thank you for sharing that with me. My husband and I have a similar agreement, though. By this time, I was pretty drunk too.I felt like I'd proved I work here, and I've always hated bein at work whenI'm off the clock, so I had to suggest to my dad that we move on to thenext bar. My favorite spot to shoot pool at is right down the street frommy house, but unfortunately when the cab pulled up I could see the neonsign was off and immediately knew it was closed."What the fuck?" Hey Derek," my dad leaned over, basically leaning on my shoulder in theback of the cab, "Do you have any. When I sat down and joined the regulars with a cup of coffee, Sue came over and kissed me good morning, "Morning, Sleepyhead. I know you didn't get back until after four, but it's unusual for you to sleep late." If there was not so much to do today, I would just go back to sleep for a while," I said, looking around while hugging my wonderful wife."I see you didn't have to go to DC yesterday," I said to Sue, before taking a sip of coffee.Sue smiled, "We did go, but you were too busy buying. He once again looked at the invitation. ‘Why not?’ He thought. +++ That day back in 1964, he had climbed into his 1959 Impala, packed with everything he owned in the entire world, and drove away from the small coastal town he had grown up in, the only real world he had ever known up to that point. 40 long years. He would have told anyone who asked that he would never set foot in this town again. Of course no one ever asked, the identity he had carefully created was so complete he almost.