I never thought I'd see the day. What in hell have you been doing with yourself since, oh hell, it must be thirty years?" It's another long story," Al...grinned. "I run rafts down the Grand Canyon. Crystal is one of my trip leaders. Michelle and Scooter here are also boatmen, and I understand you know your last guest."Buddha looked around, got another big grin when he saw Myleigh, and said, "Surfer Girl! My God, it must be three years, too!" It's Doctor Surfer Girl now," Myleigh grinned. "I teach. She was a very attractive girl, big breasts, a little shape but not fat... probably around 5'6... very cute, but also a bit shy... unless she gets to know you, or she's had some drinks in her. She got along with all of Peter's friends, and would even role play sexual interactions with them while fucking Peter... which Peter loved. He loved the idea that his innocent little girlfriend would allow any or all of his friends to use her body... that she would cum while riding their cocks. Peter. I said OK. So he came over, and said he was a lonely man, and had not had any female companionship since his wife died. And he enjoyed looking at me, because I was pretty. And liked the revealing clothes I wore. That it made him feel young again. But he should have just limited himself to watching, and not touched me.”“OK….what next? Clearly things progressed further.” I asked.“No. That’s it. After that I stopped teasing him. And nothing happened. The painting got over. And today I was just. I was expected to find a new job as quickly as possible and to adhere to the terms of my probation. One night I went to the bar to meet an old buddy who was in town for the weekend. Angie was pissed and she threatened to kick me out. I begged for her mercy. "Please, just give me another chance. I screwed up, I'm sorry. I promise it won't happen again, I'll do anything you ask. Please."It wasn't until I admitted that I needed help, that I couldn't stop drinking on my own, that she accepted.