As I hung up the phone Mary rolled over and asked, "Who was that?" I said it was a wrong number and she said, "I hate phone calls in the middle of the...night."Trying not to think about the call I started channel surfing until I came upon a softcore sex movie on one of the movie channels. On the screen a man and woman were in bed and the man was just starting to kiss and suck on the woman's breasts. As I watched this I thought about the phone call but I couldn't make any sense out of it. Why. Unfortunately the title of the show escapes me at this time but I remembered that I had taken an old flame to see it on a rainy Wednesday when we got reduced price tickets for the matinee. It was a musical and in all honesty I hate musicals because they would burst out in song at exactly the wrong moment at least in my humble opinion. Of course in the scheme of things, my opinion had to be right because I was infallible in such matters if the truth be known.I did remember my date’s name was. I was unscathed but she was so terrified she ran off with seven Hell's Angels and I never saw her again. I saved her panties but they have grown threadbare in 50 years. Much like my dreams. Tired from the budget flume ride I crawled into our still-steaming van and masturbated with a plastic replica of Nixon's nose. At least the SOB was good for something. He still looked like a crook but now a crook with a sinus condition.Awakening Saturday morning, this was the day I had dreamed of! Rock and. Then she asked about the shemale video which was running , I was ok with that, then she said have I ever had any sex with a shemale, by this time I was also casual, said I would love to have it but had no chance till date, I then asked her straight, whether she wants to have sex with me, she replied hhmmmmm, then why wait come let’s do it I said, she said do I have condoms , I said I don’t have but will get it if she really wants it, she not now can get it tomorrow, she has no time for that.