He wanted to book a hotel room and have my wife join him for a meal. He promised there was nothing more to it then spending time with her in person. I...wasnt keen as I had no idea who this guy was but when my wife said he would pay her £1,000 for the meal it was hard to say no. My wife insisted she needed a new dress for the occasion and off she went to treat herself. On the night of her meal she looked drop dead gorgeous. She had on a sleak black dress with a plunging neck line no bra and it. "Not now, Jackie," she said in a tremulous voice. "Just leave me be for a little while, OK? I need to be alone right now," she added when I just stood there feeling stupid and useless. I left the room, and behind me I could hear the lock on the door click.The rest of the afternoon went by, and all evening. I had no idea what to do. It was our bedroom she'd locked me out of, and as the hour grew later and later I finally dossed down uncomfortably on the living room couch and, with the aid of a. In fact, the only annoyance at my new home was the seagulls. Of course, you get them almost everywhere inland these days, but I did tire of their constant noise and of them shitting all over the place. My neighbour was Mr Shepard. He was 70, if he was a day. He was a retired barber from the West End of London. He used to regale me with tales of his famous and infamous customers, though rarely of the more humdrum ones. Evidently, his salon had been a fairly lucrative business. He was a stocky. My erection returned with a vengeance but I ignored it so we could enjoy just being together.Beth Ann wanted to talk about last night. I expected her to want to have a serious talk about responsibility and placing limits on our behavior but she wanted to discuss her responses to our touching."We spend our lives reading about people having great sex. We spend years watching movies and TV about people searching for, discovering and craving great sex. There are even college degrees to be earned in.