He was eight years older.It made me think. What did I want to do with my life? I was an ex-coke addict, with a six year old and a husband who didn’t...like to grind for in-game currency!I’d failed high school so many times, equivalency exams had my name pre-printed on them. I loved sex, but prostitution was best handled by the experts, women with college degrees. I still had a smoking bod, if you were into stick figures. I found out too late, preferences had changed for meatier meat. My chances. After finishing my breakfast, I took care of my dishes and went outside.Trying to avoid being obvious, I inspected the glider for traces of my parents' lovemaking. I noticed a small spot on the cushion and giggled, knowing what caused it.Cindy got to my house at about eleven and we went to my room to change into our suits. I took out the only two-piece that still fit me and tossed it onto the bed. Cindy pulled her suit out of her beach bag and dropped it next to mine."Do you want me to go. Then she turned back to Ginger and told her that it wasn't cheating if she set it up. Ginger replied "Oh, good. I would never support Roger cheating on you, but as long as it's not cheating I'll help you with whatever you need help with." Are they talking about what I think they're talking about? Yes, they are. We were 'moving' tomorrow and Ginger would never have another chance, so she should take advantage of me tonight.When we left Tripp's I got in Ginger's car with her, and she wanted to. Phillip."OK, I thought. At least he was polite. Didn't soundlike a gangster type. I clicked the link to hisprofile first. It said he was thirty-five, six-sevenin height and two hundred and thirty. He was single.He worked out every day in a gym. Worked in sales at alocal auto supplier. It also went on to say that heloved meeting white couples for fun.The next paragraph explained that he was in arelationship with a married white woman for the pastthree years until her and her husband moved out.