Cindy Lou and Barbara Ann both wore Malone's Garage standard issues, which were white and of good cloth. If you looked hard, you could see a dark patc... down low. If you were blind, you could see their boobs. Rhonda's tee shirt looked like it was cut out of a boat tarp, sorta yellowish and thick. But Rhonda looked good in it. Real good. For a kid.B.A. and I worked out the bathroom problem because we started showering together. We also slept together, fucked together, and did everything else. "Haven't you noticed? I'm always that way on New Year's Eve. And Y2K is worse. I don't know why, but it's worse this year."I smiled at him. He certainly wasn't one of my problems. Well, maybe he was, because he's getting older, too,and he's older than I am. I'm forty-two. He's fifty. Or will be next month. So, yes, he was a problem. Works too hard, plays too little, getting around to heart attack time. But he's cheerful, and fun, and he still says I'm beautiful. I love him."Dear old Martha," he. Our jewelry client was sponsoring the local Virginia Slims tennis tournament and the agency had some things to do at the event as part of the sponsorship. So I dragged Susan along. I knew she liked tennis, plus I needed her to help out. Once the "work part" was done, we got to watch the night's feature match, which involved the legendary Martina Navritalova (who incidentally had just recently come out as a lesbian, which was a big deal in those days).Susan and I had a nice time together,. Now, she just regretted the fact she hadn't allowed the "animal" to do it to her more often and in the odd positions he seemed to favor. Her only consolation was that his relentless cock was probably making her replacement's fanny a lot looser than the poor girl had ever anticipated.The shower was refreshing and her eyes were finally open all the way at last. She was used to giving her slit a little workout in the morning but she had no motivation this morning because she was behind schedule..