I sat at home on a Friday night, reading through some of the stories about loving wives and all the sexy things they were doing. I enjoyed reading abo...t other couples and how their experiences sometimes mirrored what Cindy and I would get into. I was just reading a great story about a woman who was entertaining her husband and a couple of his friends at a poker game when the phone rang. I picked it up and heard the voice of my wife Cindy in the background. Wait&hellip,wait&hellip,&hellip,I. ’ ‘I’m Jessie,’ said the shorter one. ‘Nice to meet you.’ ‘O-oh…’ I said. ‘Hi. I’m—’ ‘Ali. We know,’ Jessie said. ‘Billy talks a lot about you,’ Courtney told me. ‘We… We never thought he’d find…a significant other. You’ve made such an impact on him.’ It took all my might stop myself from crying. I stood up and shook their hands. ‘W-wow, thanks…’ I stammered. ‘He’s…a great guy. You two… You two raised him well.’ Grim expression over took their faces, and immediately I was worried I had. “Sweetheart, you don’t want to do this. Just go back home and call one of your male friends and play with him.”“But we can’t.” I complained. “If we do that the guy will talk and then we become known as a slut or a cocksucker all around school. This way we get to do it and no one knows who we are. And we wouldn’t do it all the time, just once a month or so. Please Tony you have to help us.”“Look little girl. You and your friend are cute, but I know you’re not sixteen and even if you were it. ‘Bulldogs.’ I said. ‘I remember what happened to Nick Eastwood last year.’ Teddy Parker said ‘Commander, do you think they’re going to remember that on the field, and make it ugly?’ For some reason, everyone was looking at me with abnormal intensity. ‘I don’t know.’ I said. ‘If the Bulldogs are real men and not a bunch of wimps, they’ll make sure the deliberate hit on Eastwood is… properly addressed.’ ‘You don’t believe in forgiveness, do you Commander?’ asked Joanne Cummings. She got some.