“You look OK,” Reba shot back.“But I have saggy boobs and a big ass,” Reba replied. I couldn’t argue the point, because it was true, and bes...des, I knew better.“No, you don’t,” Reba replied. “You just have bigger boobs, and oh please, you have a fine ass, as well."Reba was simply being kind.“Don’t you agree? Reba asked, looking at her husband.“Oh, hell no,” Dave quickly replied. “I’m not commenting on Sammie’s body.”Dave was no dummy, no sir.Reba was not going to take “no” for an answer.“Jesus!. We eventually got to his place, I was eager by then, almost hauling myself on top of him. “ Lot ’s of people have arrived” he said, looking around at all the cars. “So what’s it for again?” I asked, feeling very curious. “It’s just a party” he said, looking at me. “Is that right?” I said, stepping forward and placing my hand on his chest. “Well, yeah” he said, walking up to the door. When we got inside some people were kissing, others just talking. I talked to a few people, telling. My date was with Marcus was with one of the studs that my piercer and tattoo artist, Angelina, hooked me up with from a previous story. I meet him at a very upscale club that I arranged for but made hubby pay for the room.When I walked in he was waiting for me, wearing a very nice three-piece suit. He stood up and gave me a very passionate full mouth kiss. I opened my mouth not only to accept his tongue but to give him mine as well. I was not only impressed by the way he looked but his kiss. "Well," I sigh to myself; "one has to take occasional risks."I force my eyes open when I hear the rusty hinge on the gate protest opening. I can tell by your gait that the day didn't go the way you had planned. To most people, I'm sure that you looked the same as always, but I can see the tiniest of creases between your eyes. There is a tension in your shoulders; your suit, normally so beautifully draped around your body, hangs stiffly over your shoulders. "Rough day?" You nod almost.