This group of likely candidates included Chip Towers, the one time football star and perennial “bad boy”. I watched him walking toward the bar and...decided he was the one I wanted. I tossed my drink away and headed toward the bar in search of a fresh one. Yeah Right! Who am I k**ding I was headed for a meeting with Chip. I stood behind Chip at the bar as close to him I dared without making contact. My petite 5”4” frame went unnoticed behind him, but when he turned to leave the bar, he couldn’t. “About how you are already fucking my brains out, uncle?” I asked using their slang.“Ah, um. well, I just never got a chance to touch on that, and never got on that topic to talk about it,” he answered in non-answers. “I thought you shared everything among you three,” I asked. Vijay uncle took a deep breath and took my chin into his hand.He kissed me lightly on my lips and answered in the most serious voice, “Well, we do share everything. But this concerns you, Sweta. I don’t want to put you in. Next day was a bust as nobody worked on Sundays back then. Monday found us back at the garage where the diagnosis was a seized wheel bearing. New bearing, new tire, balancing, check the alignment and a grease job ... and now for the funny part. Dad and I went back to the garage dressed in our Sunday-go-to_meeting clothes. As we were standing there waiting for the grease job to finish, the powered grease gun popped off the grease nipple and waved around in the air ... spewing grease in many. The sex was great both before and after our marriage. She never cheated on me and I never cheated on her. However, once a month she pretended that she was her sister and charged me for sex. On those occasions anything went. I paid her for a full twenty-four hours and made sure to get my money’s worth.Julie Ann would become Samantha, she would wear special dresses just for the occasion, and she became every man’s dream…a girl that was willing to do anything, anywhere. I think that she got off on.