Seeing and feeling his wife -- another man -- and him. He couldn't hold off any longer and he was soon shooting his load into her body convulsing with...love and lust.All three laid together -- arms and bodies entwined.She was jolted back into reality as Jim said, "Eddie's left -- didn't you hear him say goodbye? "Experience 6She walked to work that morning; the sun was already beginning to shine. She thought about the tasks that were waiting for her. She knew that it was going to be a busy day. I should have relieved myself before bed, I thought. No use crying over spilled beer…I hadn’t really gotten a lot of sleep. My sister and mom had a huge catfight over the car, and I tried everything. Tylenol, loud music, pillows over my ears. Menopause vs. Hormones = Hell. Anyway, I had just kicked the sheets off my bed when I heard the doorbell ring. My dog Max immediately responded with a series of loud barks and yaps. “Max! Be quiet!” my mom half yelled. He was still growling when my mom. “All in order as far as I could feel.”Footsteps and he came into my view. A small man, grey-haired whose glasses sat on the bridge of his hooked nose. He wore green scrubs, wrinkled and untidy, and he looked at me indifferently before he crossed over to his laptop and started typing.“Did you give her a name?” I wanted to protest. I had a name. Why should he give me a name? But his answer startled me. “Les.” That was short for my name, Lesley. Of course, he knew. A wave of gratitude swept over. I surveyed myself in the mirror, and I looked like a very sweet younglady, which is just the look I wanted.From my closet I took the new blouse I bought at The Bay last week. Itis pink silk chiffon with a sweetheart neckline and tiny puff sleeves.It is so pretty! I slipped it on, then pulled up my skirt, a blackrayon sheath. It is just snug enough to flatter my derriere, but not sotight as to make me look slutty. Once again, I surveyed my look, and Ithought I even looked fresher and daintier.