First thing I thought about was maybe he’d been pussy-footing around behind my back. Which is ridiculous because there is nothing work with my sex d...ive or desire, I’m still the hot, big, beautiful woman I’ve always been. Sure I am disabled, but not dead, and sex is and will always be apart of my life. I started searching online to see what I could find, and discovered he had been meeting other women for over seven months. I was dumbfounded, for a moment.All I could do was shriek, “Baby there. I remember when you picked me up at the airport in Paris in forty-five, we declared we would explore all of France, and by god, we did. She has that same drive, that same desire. She wants to write, and to include history with her writings, to create a world, that people can come to and be safe in. I remember when I started teaching, you would ask me what I had imparted into their little minds today.’ Her tears flowed, but not of sadness, not of sorry, but of happiness. ‘I remember teaching. She came back, Max was already sitting down on the loveseat, where she was masturbating on. We sat and talked, Max wanted to know about Liz and how we met and if she had a sister. We had a few drinks and told Max if he wanted to see some pics. I took pics of us dating and out door stuff. It was all store on my computer. So on my computer, I had two folders, one for us enjoying each other, and the other folder had us naked. I showed him the pics from the first folder, and then I opened the. I’d have to make some critical decisions about them. How many station personnel could we use? Might we need some neighborhood substations? Maybe Lucy would know. I could make a few exceptions, but they would still have to qualify on the range. There’s no use for a police officer who can’t be counted on in an emergency.Just before lunch break Daryl, Max and I walked down to my SUV for Max’s bowl and what I usually called my gym bag and then across the lot to the City’s motor pool. Well,.