" I like the way you think, Mark, but you can't afford me. Besides, I'm getting a kick out of working your case against a conniving female. Talk to me...tomorrow afternoon. See ya."I was sitting there thinking whether I had left any trace of where I had gone. I thought of the newspaper and worried whether I had put it away and walked over to the Bronco and saw the classified section folded up on the passenger seat. I was fine. My Yahoo profile didn't have an address. I should just go get a P.O.. I finally set it up on New Years Eve and Day (2015/2016). I posted a personal ad on a swinger's web site asking for a single male to be part of the experience. A military man named Jim replied to the ad and we set up to meet him at New Years Party at the Hotel . We weren't sure if we were ready to go through with this and told him so, but we wanted to be ready if Trixie got turned on. Trixie is 50 years old but looks much much younger. I am 10 years older and am always being accused of. I felt I just had to nudge you a bit. And now I’m hoping that you’ll feel more free to be open about what you want. And I did enjoy doing that too, I must confess.’ ‘Do you give your other female clients undraped massages?’ ‘Yes, I do. But only if they request it, you might be surprised how many do. But the massage remains completely therapeutic. Occasionally a woman who’s lived in Europe will request that I massage her breasts. And I do, but I don’t touch or kiss her nipples. It’s all strictly. Then her eyes fluttered open to widen in surprise. I felt a flush of warmth and sent a silent thank you to Heather, for waking me up first and letting me see Lara’s reaction to the sensual revival.“Good morning?” she said, her voice rising. “Whoa, we’re allowed to talk?”Heather giggled. “Of course. You were always allowed to! I didn’t ever gag you, did I?”Lara shook her head as she tried to sweep away the currents of sleep. “Didn’t gag us? I swear, you are the silliest, Heather... ! Wow, it.