As he got up and headed towards me, Mrs. Ass stepped in the doorway."Hi hon. It looks like your kind of busy. Mr. Wilson here stopped by the house and...showed me a homemade porno. It wasn't a very good one. But I did make out your fat hairy ass. I wouldn't come any closer — it's locked and loaded, and you know how I love to shoot at small, little critters!" There's nothing quite like a woman with her trusty Model 1911.45 ACP to present a convincing argument.Mr. Ass backed up and started looking. He had concurred and brought her over to his island so that his family might meet her. As was traditional his father and grandfather examined the potential new family member, with their own measuring sticks. She greatly enjoyed the test and was accepted.Now it was her mother’s turn to examine her prospective mate. She watched as he entered and planted seed where she had emerged into the world. It was agreed by all that they would be partners from then on.These islanders were a practical people.. "You have heard around that I am a slut, I'm easy?"He nodded to confirm a second time."Here's the thing, that word is lost on me. My journey with it started a while ago and I have processed it. It now no longer hurts me and I do not care who calls me it. I would prefer they did not, but I accept in life, other people are free to share their opinion." I'm with you, that seems very rational. You're my kind of woman," John chimed in. "Brilliant. I like that you like me. Here's where I am today. This gives us a chance to be together, even if we don't always have time to actually be together. But thankfully we usually do end up fooling around. Sometimes we meet at the college track. Sometimes we jog around my neighborhood. This week the track at her high school was dead because it was Spring Break. It was a strange feeling, like we were the only two people in town, but that is also a very liberating feeling.As I came around the corner Jenny was well ahead of me. I know she saw me.