I still thought of myself as a seventeen-year-old but was trapped in a fat, aging body that didn’t get out much. But the crows’ feet that reminded...me of my age on most mornings were gone. Smooth. Skin without a blemish. Dark blue eyes that saw clearly, even through the hung-over haze.I stepped back and looked down my body. My skin glowed. No wrinkles. No sag. It was young and tan and healthy. My middle-aged stomach was flat and I could actually see the edge of my hipbones. And then I looked. ‘About half an hour. Moving on now, you’ve been married more than once and your view of women is based on those experiences. That you’ve chosen the subject of the Evangelical church for your last novel suggests that your last wife was a member of that church and she hurt you badly because you revealed to her the truth as you saw it of the business called church as opposed to the Christian religion but she chose to not understand you.’ ‘You’ve got that right, even when I was to show her in her. Sometimes, I think she enjoys the attention a little too much.Jessy has shoulder-length curly red hair, long skinny legs, her tits are a little smaller than Michelle's. A couple of tattoos and a really nice ass. But she's not my Michelle, and the thought of sex with her never really crossed my mind. Now, Jess is the free spirit type. Meditation in the morning followed by some yoga and then off to work at the head shop. She sells drug paraphernalia and sex toys. About the only thing that I have. “Hmm...” I mused, pretending to consider it. Emily squirmed before me, breathing heavily. Every time she made eye contact with me, she looked down hurriedly as if embarrassed. But she keep flicking her gaze up from under her lashes, hanging on my every word. “Would you like to spend the night Emily? With Linda and I?”Emily gulped and bobbed her head in the affirmative. It seemed as though she didn’t trust her voice at that moment.“Then it’s settled.” I said smiling possessively at her. Kara was.