I was allowed my call, and I called his office. They in turn, relayed the call to my attorney via his cell phone, who was on his way to where I was be...ng taken. He arrived about twenty minutes after I did.After we were all together, the questioning started."Mr. Wilshire, can you explain to us why you went to the airport trying to use a passport you knew was not valid?" asked one of the justice department flunkies who had accompanied me on my flight."I didn't know it was not valid. I knew it had. She was going to wear her usual slutty dress and was definetly 'on the pull'. I asked if she'd like to play a game and she asked inqisitively "what game?".I said that she's always being chatted up by various guys and most of the time they get nothing. What if they ALL get to fuck her? "All of them!!". Yes, I told her. "All the guys chat to you to hopefully get the chance to fuck you so what if you let them?". She giggled and said that it sounded like a good game. We had a few drinks in various. Life was good. A few grey hairs, so what? Nothing a hairdresser couldn't fix.Then came the warnings, hot and cold but brushed aside. Soon after my fifty-third birthday, however, it didn’t happen. It wobbled, then it was a no show.My period missed, not one month but the next and by the third I knew, puberty in reverse, part of me gone, eggless, post-menopausal. I fretted and checked there were no sprouting lip hairs in the mirror and worried.Am I still a woman?Compounding my doubts, was hubby's. She was wearing a very small bikini as she climbed in beside him. He leaned across and turned on the jets and water bubbled and churned. Babs asked, “Is it your back muscles that are bothering you?”Mark answered yes and she pulled him around to sit in front of her and began to massage his muscles and rub against his body. She let her hands move across his skin, she rubbed and prodded his back and he felt those muscles release the tension. She worked her hands and fingers down his sides and.