" Polly. Polly Adler." I'm Kathy," she said extending her hand and smiling.Polly shook her hand and said, "It's nice to meet you. He talked about you ...ll the time."Polly's statement was true; he did talk about Kathy all the time. Often, he'd vent his frustrations, but Polly remembered when Kathy got sick, and he nearly ended their affair. He would e-mail her updates of Kathy's progress. She even remembered the day the doctor announced she had fully recovered, as he was at her home that night. As she turned to walk away, I asked, "You spend damn near four hours with another man and you cannot take a few minutes to tell me what's going on? When will be a good time for you?" I don't know," she responded. "Maybe never the way I feel now." Oh, we will talk about things, and it will be sooner rather than later," I retorted, "because I have questions galore, including some about how you blatantly chose to ignore your many friends to spend the majority of this evening talking to a man you. He massaged her all the way to her shoulders, then back down to her skirt, then around front to grope her magnificent nubile bosoms. “Trust me; we’re safe here…”Becky… I mean, Nicky… smiled. “If you say so, Billy.”“Lift your arms, baby…” Bill said huskily.She sat upright and folded her arms over her head. Bill lifted the edge of her sweater, slowly peeling it up her torso. He leaned up himself, staring in the dim light of the street lamps that barely illuminated the parking lot in the pouring. She was looking at me with a puzzled expression on her face."Private," she asked."I need to ask your advice," I said. "Earlier this morning, we were talking about my preferences. I know I'm drawn to women, but I want to try it with a man. I'm thinking about asking Brian to help me." Interesting," Lisa said. "He's a good choice." He's the only boy I know who hasn't shied away from me after seeing my penis." He's a good guy. And, knowing his girlfriend, she just might approve if you don't mind an.