His eyes looked me up and down, I could tell he wanted to say something. I was used to guys looking at me, I have nice tight body.“You need to borro... the hose?” I asked him.“Yes, the hose.” He answered. “Mine has a leak and I need to water my garden.”“Not a problem, it's in the shed out back by the pool, let me show you.” I lead him out to the shed, I could feel his eyes penetrating my clothes. The hose was on the floor in the corner of the shed. I walked in and bent over, Mr. Harmon nearly. She said it made her feel like we were on a schedule instead of truly free to just relax.On the other hand, I hated the fact that we couldn't do anything because of Linda's inability to walk for more than a block or two over flat ground and her constant need to eat. Every new activity I posed was met with comments like, "We can't do that. It takes too much energy." Or she'd say, "We can't do that. That's for kids."The last thing for me to discover about the love of my life was that her. That's how my kissing nights turned into myhand job nights.It's funny how soon things can become normal. At the office I doubt thatanybody would guess what was going on behind my eyes. All they could seewas a nail polishing, bubble gum popping, sexy, happy to serve temporarysecretary. I'd of course been assigned to my boyfriend by this time sowhenever there was any doubt from within me it was easily quashed byseeing my strong executive boyfriend come striding out of his office inall his. After a couple hours of drinking it was getting the best of Alex he said he needed to lay down so he went and passed out on the sofa. Me My wife and Christy had set outside smoking blunts and chatting . When my wife said she was tore up and it was her bedtime. So as I put her to bed she passed clean out . I tried to knock a piece out but she was un responsive. So I laid there and texted christy who was in our spare bedroom . I had to almost tote her husband up the steps . She said he was out.