We sit back and let the sound of the waters and the subtle brilliance of the colors along with the warm wet night lull us into a clam state of euphori.... (not to mention getting the blood pressure back down to a more manageable level *grin*) "Time to go" I say. I help you out of the carriage and bid the driver farewell. You mention to me the you are wearing three inch heels and that taking a hike in the park would not be the most pleasurable thing you could think of, at the moment. I smile and. 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 declining libido, from twice a week to once or less, his saddle lacking its firm horn. Uninterested in foreplay, it switched from booty to duty call. He surreptitiously viewed porn to prep himself for his duty.Can I blame him? Who. The cab pulls up at the best know strip club in town and we go inside. My friend John slides into a table with you and then me, as we sit back and look around the room. It is pretty full and many of the men have girls giving table dances around us. We have a couple more drinks and are joking about the show you put on in the bar when a girl asks John if he would like a dance. He says yes and she proceeds to stand on a stool in front of him and as she removes her clothes and starts to rub her. " I noticed Brenda did not introduce me as her husband.Pat held out his hand. I took it, uttering, "Patterson." Call me Pat."I smiled. "I never had a nickname, so I guess you will have to call me Jonathan. Introduce me to your children. I understand they will be staying here tonight." Yes, I hope it is all right. Actually, I need to speak about maybe making arrangements to stay longer. Anyway, we could go into that later. This is my daughter Margaret, nicknamed Peggy. This is Peter and he of.