"Yes, I fucked Melody," I said bitterly. "Once. I fucked her one time and never saw her again. I didn't have a fucking affair."Katy swallowed a sob. T...ars dropped from her eyes onto my shoulder. "I'm sorry, sweetheart. Do you hate me now?"Hate her? Not even close. I loved her. Even with her confession, I still loved her. I would always love her. She had had an affair. She had fucked another man in my house, in my bed, but I still loved her."Will you ever fuck him again?" No." What if he visits. One had straw looking blonde hair, while the other had short cropped dark hair resembling that of a boy.“Maybe,” replied Michael, talking through the handkerchief, “if i can ever get it back into a ship shape.”“We don’t mind giving you a hand, do we Jessica?” said the darker haired one.“Fuck, no,” said the straw blonde, sticking out her huge tits making sure Michael got a real eyeful. “I’d give him a hand anytime!”“Well, that’s might neighborly of you, but it’s going to take quite some time.. Just ask and the answer's right there!"Everyone still milled about, not sure what to do next.Charlettia frowned at them. "I'm sixty years old. Aren't any of you bigstrong men going to help an old woman up? I want to go home, and see ifsex as a woman is really as much fun as the memories that ChangingMachine put in my head tell me it is!"Caloryn and Murrie both bent to help her up, not that she really neededit. They all looked like eighteen-year-old girls, and were as healthy andfit as top. Donny said, “He seems a little old to be running in a gang.”“I don’t know. He’s about the same age as my daddy. I guess they are in the gang for life,” Rose said.They discussed the matter until a beer truck pulled up alongside the building. Donny said, “Beer delivery. I guess the old guy runs the bar.”They watched the deliveryman take a hundred cases of beer into the club, at the rate of ten cases a trip. Donny said, “That’s a lot of beer.”“I don’t know. How many guys did your uncles say hung.