“I’m looking for Mrs. Jacks, I am Ernie, she called me to come here.” I was surprised when she replied, “You have found her!” I knew that Mr... John Jacks was at least 65 from photos I had seen at times in the papers. I then realized that this had to be the woman, that I had heard about, she had to be his ’Trophy Wife.’ She had a body and a face that would make any cock rise to attention, and mine started to stir. I am six foot four inches tall, 175 pounds, and hard work had kept me in good. This cut down on how many times I could jerk off and I became frustrated. Then, a few weeks after I stopped, I finished a meeting at a sub division and needed to use the bathroom. I spotted a port-a-potty and quickly went to relieve myself. Now I NEVER use these things, as my memories of them were that they were rank, dirty places that smelled of days old shit and piss, but thanks to a burrito I had earlier, this time I had no choice. I was actually shocked when I opened the door to find it. I drove to the convenience store to filled my large thermos and even a small cup for the trip to the motel. On the way out I stopped to buy a sausage dog at the microwave snack area. I packed it into a pocket of my pants as well. The purchases were just over seven dollars. I knew the cash would last a lot longer, if I juggled my purchases. I needed to juggle between the gift cards, and the cash purchases to make the most of my money.Of course on Christmas day I need to do nothing but rest. I. I opened my mouth to object, after all, Icould hardly appear in the shop with bright red nails. But Mandyanticipated my reticence and before I could speak she said, "Don'tworry, you can take it of before you go to the store, it's just youhave such sexy hands." So that was it, for the next two weeks my fingernails were paintedalong with my toe nails every night. Once more I was given a coupleof weeks to adjust to the changes, then one Saturday afternoon, wealways closed the store at lunch time.