To me, there is nothing sweeter than looking at real women and by that I mean the truly amateurs; the sweethearts and wives of guys just like me. I've...tried to get my wife to let me send her photo in to one of the sites, but I have a better chance of winning the lottery. My wife just shakes her head in disgust when I park myself in front of the monitor and start drooling, but I have noticed that she never chases me away when I go looking for her with my brand new 'woody' courtesy of some sexy. I don’t want to wash them. And I don’t want to keep crying.I kept training with an addition. Livy was now joining Nanette and me for our training runs. Nanette had us doing interval training every other day. It was convenient to have Livy training with us because Nanette could do a longer run on our non-interval days and Livy could take me home in time to get ready for school.I thought Mom would drop her teeth when Livy walked out of the bathroom Thursday morning after showering. Except V3 Mom. " Maybe we'd have a little time and you could show me your room?"I laughed. "Sure. Nothing much there except a closet and a dresser. And a bed, of course." Sounds good to me. Look, I have to go. My locker is next to the computer lab. Meet me there, okay?" I agreed and hung up. Tomorrow. Tomorrow, Lyn and I would be together again. I almost floated away, but a reminder that it was my turn to vacuum the living room brought me back down fast enough.That night I resisted the impulse to seek. “Ya’ll heading down river to fish?” she called. Receiving an affirmative, she continued, “If ya’ll are heading a ways, I need to get south about ten miles to see my grandpa. He’s sick, and Mama wants me to look in on him. If you’re interested, I can show you a really good honey hole near his place. It’s full of largemouth chasin’ pan fish.”“That’s a bit further than we wuz plannin’, Missy, but I rekin’ we cud always use a new fishin’ hole,” he motioned for her to step in.“Thanks mister,” Vivie.