. .’ I began. ‘Sometimes,’ she said. She smiled. ‘Honey, I’ve been doing this for seven years. I’ve done it all.’ I took a deep breath. ...��Hey,’ she said, taking my hand. ‘Don’t worry about things like that. Ninety-nine percent of the time, the men you’re with will just want a good old fashioned, balls-to-the-wall fuck. Or two. Or three.’ I laughed, my fear fading away. ‘They’ll treat you like a goddess, worship everything you do, just because you’re the eager little sex kitten they fantasize. It would obviously be a great deal of confusion, and they'd spend a month packing and another month unpacking, but all they'd have to do on the actual day is direct traffic.They'd agreed to start getting ready this Saturday, by sorting through boxes in the attic, closing up some of them, and getting rid of some of the contents of others.It was obvious that the attic was going to be a major contributor to what Mike called the "Biannual Spearfish Lake Free Garage Sale." Usually, garbage pickup in. She just had to!He finished shaving, wiped off the remaining lather and stared at theimage looking back at him, contemplating it, absorbing the irrefutablereality of it as the moments ticked by and the same hazy warmth tickledthe underside of his brain. He knew what he was seeing was wrong -completely and utterly wrong - but he'd spent so long in this hairymuscular flesh that it didn't jar anymore. It didn't look wrong. Hedidn't find the face surprising if ever he caught a glimpse of himself.It. The nanny was twenty, had a tight ass and smoked a little weed when she thought they weren’t watching her out on the back porch. He knew she had one of those doctor’s notes that gave her permission but he also knew it was all a sham because they only cost like fifty bucks and a promise to keep your mouth shut.The nanny’s name was Maria and she had been a little shy with her ass lately because her old boyfriend from south of the border was coming up from his job in the valley to hump her like.