By this time Gloria was walking up, and looked at the changes. No flies on this girl, she caught that the tents had been spread apart and the tarp put...up right away. “Chris, what happened?”I gave her a smile and rested my hand on her shoulder. “Let’s just say I found something out about my ex-asshole over there that makes me question my taste in men. Go ahead and get set up over there, we can talk about it later over a glass of wine if you like. Or something stronger.”She smiled at me, and set. We were not shuttling others to the game, so my wife and I sat up front with Tara and Helen in the back. I adjusted the rearview mirror to sneak glimpses at Tara sitting behind my wife, but she was busy chatting with Helen. In a way, I felt neglected.My wife wasn't a sports fan so while I paced the sidelines watching every minute of the game, she sat with a few other mothers discussing whatever women talk about. The game was a blowout so the coach kept either Helen or Tara on the sidelines. ‘A rat? No, not that I recall – and it sounds like something I’d recall’ I say, a half smile on my lips. But her eyes weren’t focused on the here and the now and me and my half-smile, but instead on the there, the then, and – apparently – a rat. ‘It was in seventh-grade biology class. The teacher announced to the class one day that he was going to hold a contest, and that everyone had to participate. We were all supposed to come up with a name for the rat he had in the classroom. The person who. Tammy was 33 years old, when we met at work. I was 24. After a long night of heavy drinking and smoking pot, she drove me home. I had no problem convincing her to come up to my apartment. We were both drunk. We made out on the couch. By the end of the night, I'd shot a load into her mouth, which she swallowed, and then she gave up her motherly-pussy on the shag, living room carpet. From that night forward, we got together as often as we could. It never bothered me that she had a husband. We.