It was opened to the page that had my ad on it. I thought that my heart would stop beating and that my life had come to an end. He pointed to the ad a...d said, "Lene, that's you. Isn't it?" I know that I was blushing. I could feel the blood flowing to my cheeks as my whole body started to tremble. Once I got myself under control and was able to catch my breath, I denied everything! Wouldn't you? I insisted that it was someone that looked like me. I tried to go on the offensive by demanding to. I decided to tell him I wanted to try anal. He was excited to hear that. We made plans to go to the river one day. I wore my bikini, which is yellow with black leopard print, some jeans and a see through red shirt. I walked to his place and we took off in his truck. When we got there we walked along the river for a bit, I was too nervous to initiate anything. I had only been with two guys, and could count the number of times I’d had sex on one hand. We hadn’t even kissed yet, and I was. That he has two daughters for whom he and Betty raise to become lovely young women, proves his procreative ability, but the lack of progeny produced by their lovemaking gets used as fodder against him.None of this matters to him. He has absolutely no interest in the young women thrust at him. Their self-interest and insensitivity makes him cold. None can match his first wife or Betty in character. And, of course, his libidinous needs are met every time, and better than any woman in existence.. Not that I needed more. I understood bad relationships. ‘Sorry,’ I said and bit into my own sandwich. We watched each other chew, which was uncomfortable. I had trouble letting my eyes roam away. I think we were in some kind of stubborn staring contest. She blinked first. ‘I not sure when I can pay you back for this,’ Amber admitted, ‘it may be awhile before I am on my feet again.’ She meant it. I could see she intended to pay me back. Not how I pictured a homeless person. I dropped my paper.