She felt like a deer in headlights, unable to move. The flush of embarrassment that should have been his rose in her own neck and cheeks. He knew she�...�d been listening. Somehow he knew everything. ‘Yes darling. Now I want you to touch.’ And oh, that voice, and his eyes, and the thought of that woman touching herself for him on the other end of the line, her legs open, gleaming naked and wanton below her hiked up skirt, the folds of her sex open and hungry, his to take and use, ready to do. It was irresponsible. It was wrong. I violated one of the fundamental precepts of my marriage. My husband, whom I love dearly, has always allowed me to enjoy any man I fancied, as long as he was made aware of it ahead of time and consented. Yes, Jim frequently enjoyed sharing me with one, or more, other men. Jim loved seeing other men drive me to orgasm. He loved exposing me to other men. He was not possessive or jealous. In fact, Jim was quite the opposite. Jim wanted to share me widely.. A real jarhead haircut. It was easy and made me look like me, or at least that's what I thought I should look like.This time, even though my hair was getting long and had grown out on the sides and neck, I thought I might wait to see what the scar on the side of my head was going to look like. I might let my hair grow. That would be a first as I have had really short hair all my life. I thought of Steve and his longer hair that always looked good. He kept his hairline on his neck clean and. You are driving your mom fucking nuts today. Okay, look, here's the truth. There isn’t such a thing as a “short” Barbie or a Negro Barbie, or a Jewish Barbie, or a Barbie with glasses. There is no such thing as a fat Barbie either. I've never seen a Barbie who is short, like us, or one who has a shaped nose, like your sister. As far as I know, there is only one kind of Barbie. She always looks like this." ( Later, Barbie developed many sizes and identities, but this was around 1960.) It took a.