You're good at being alone. Better at it than being with other people. You're at peace in a quiet house, refusing to nervously turn the television on ...r leave the radio yammering. Quiet is your middle name, your best friend.It was a good restaurant so you went. Usually every three or four days. Not much of a cook, so it worked out better that way. And he was always there. "I brought that extra cream," he murmured too close to your ear and jolted you from the exploits occurring in your book. His. He said "OK"!"But where?", he asked. This stunned me even more as he was now taking the lead."Are you sure, Mike?", I had to ask him to get confirmed what I heard him asking."Of course, Dave. But I also have to tell you something. I also was hoping that someone would ask me this but I never thought it would be you. I'm even more excited that you managed to ask this, Dave. I'll happily do it for you, for my friend", he kept on saying, taking my mind to a level of enjoyment that I have no words. Elsa worked on the tough man, gradually softening his edges. Cindy helped too, and at one time or another each of my ‘wives’ had sought him out as a lover. I couldn’t help but note how attracted he seemed to be to Linda. He was tall and handsome, and had a modest amount of graying chest hair that together with the gray at his temples gave a unique distinguished look not unlike Sean Connery’s role as James Bond. He was in top physical shape too, as I felt sure Linda would find out a little later. And sometimes she just likes to mess with our little lady'simpressionable mind. Like at night she'd have him all dressed up in hissexiest silky babydoll nighty and his prettiest panties and Madge ofcourse immaculately done up looking irresistably menacing andoverpowering. The whole game is even more effective due to Timmy alreadybeing bit drowsy from the pill she slipped into his champagne to make hisalready feeble little mind even more susceptible to her delightful littlesuggestions. She'd.