He was wearing a “I fuck on the first date” T-shirt and had a neckbeard. He didn’t say much and he had had been a maintenance guy working for Ea...l for a few months.The other gentleman was “Uncle Frank”. He was short, older and often very drunk but today he was sober. The grey haired man was once an electrician and did odd jobs for Earl but he was usually so wasted that he couldn’t do much of anything but pass the time. Uncle Frank was in and out of the local police drunk tank and rehab. It was sensory overload. Then a nude man, probably in his 50’s walked by and smiled at me. Jim noticed and assured me, saying “anything goes here.”He was big and burly, hairy and muscular and had a thick, vein covered, uncut dick swinging between his legs as he walked. He was clearly confident and had every reason to be. I made a mental note to look for him later. Jim clearly had a type I found out. So did his friends who were also there, young, fit and handsome. After some drinks, it became. “That was amazing!” I confessed to him, too awestruck to say anything else. “Yeah it was,” he replied. By his expression, he was trying to downplay it all. We stepped out of the shower and we dried each other off. Physically, he was perfection in my eyes. His body was lean with the exception of a growing spread of his waistline. After all, he was easily old enough to be my father- not that I cared. We turned our backs to each other and got dressed. I put on my old, dirty clothes while he. I date to check to see when Peter would be unfaithful to me. I knew that I had a week to win him back. Thoughts of wanting to see him suffer came flying in on me again and thrilled me. I did want to see him suffer. I wanted him to suffer as I am suffering now. I got myself into action. I phoned our cleaner and asked her if she would come in this afternoon to do the house. It was out of schedule, but she said that she would be happy to. Then I called the marina, and asked if we could hire a boat.