I figured three days a week was enough, and decided on Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays.“Hi, I’m Mike,” I said to the young woman behind the cou...ter.“Paula. I just started today.”“I just started Saturday. How long do you work?”“Until a girl named Nancy comes in. Mr. Sokolov is in the back.”“Thanks.”I put on my smock and checked with Mr. Sokolov for what he needed me to do and got to work. I stopped to look at the work schedule and saw that for the school year, someone named Bob would take over. One hour and fo ur beers later,I looked out the window and noticed that I was finally going to have an easy drive home.Ah,Home!When I walked through the door something felt a bit off,but I figured it was probably the beers I drank. I mean,I Was buzzing pretty good. So I went to my bedroom,shed my clothes,took a hit from my pipe and climbed into a nice, relaxing warm shower.I don't know about You Gents,but My cock always gets hard while showering. So I was giving my pecker a few long,slow. Those types of stains aren’t the type you want to keep around and reminisce about; just ask Bill Clinton!From behind me, in the direction of the bedroom, I heard Marilyn. “Carl? Have you seen my robe?”Ooops. No good deed goes unpunished. I went to the bedroom door and said, “I sent it to the cleaners.”“Well, what am I supposed to wear now?” she protested.I laughed and pushed the door open. Marilyn squealed in outrage and tried to wrap her towel around herself. I simply strode up to her and. " That was about as far as we got on the subject of sex. This night Ursula had an after dinner drink with me. It was one of those sweet tropical drinks. I don't think she knew there was rum in it. She had a second, then a third. Around midnight, she had lost her inhibitions and was talking freely about how she loved teaching and that as the newest faculty member, she got riffed (reduction in faculty) first. She talked about her ex, and her dreams. Ursula wanted so badly to be a mother and have.