I want kids. I don't need a husband to have babies and I'd like a boy and a girl, or two girls or a boy and a boy and it doesn't really matter as long...as they're healthy and smart and good looking. I can't stand ugly babies, nor adults, nor fat ones either. I suppose that makes me shallow. I suppose I could felate him. He can't be that big since I figure he only weighs about one sixty. But he must be fifty years old, positively ancient and I'm only thirty so that means it. I looked at Janet who shuffled over to me in double quick time.“Please Honey, whatever it sells for I’ll make up to you!”Janet whispered to me, reminding me it was all for a good cause. I explained that it was YSL and cost me £60 (I lied it was £20 in the sale but she wasn’t to know). “Don’t worry Honey, I’ll sort you out with a BIG tip before you go and there are loads of my ex-husbands clothes you can help yourself to in the garage.”I nodded to the crowd, all be it down to about three couples. He only had eyes for me though sooo… Jackpot!We are both young professionals and don’t get to see each other very much, however. I’m twenty-two, and he is only a couple of years older than me with a strong ambition for success. He often works long days and late nights but it kinda works for me. Monogamy is not really my strong suit but he doesn’t have to know that.If anything It makes me love him more. Nobody makes me feel the same way he does. But… anyway….BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEPUGH… there is my. I was already a bit tipsy when she bumped into me, built like Kylie Manogue she pressed her tiny, sexy body up against mine by the bar. She insisted on greating me with a kiss everytime she saw me. She told me she broke up with her boyfriend and asked me if i was still with that "little girl". In a moment of weakness, i guess somewhere between getting lost in her tequoise eyes and grabbing her ass pushing her up against my crouch, she got the answer she wanted. We had shooters, we stared with.