It was now Thursday night and Bill had gone out, he did try to get me go but I declined. A fat old guy tagging along with young Bill might hurt his ch...nces for getting laid. Now it was about eleven oclock when Bill came back to the room with a friend. Bill was very, very drunk, more than normal. The woman that was with him was very drunk also. She had a wedding ring on, was very attractive, brown hair, nice tits, petite body and I am going to guess in her thirties. They came in and Bill pulled. We are very real honey, we just keep it a secret because of how people react like you just did and you are one of us. Do you understand why everyone thinks its make believe? she asked quizzically. Better and easier to think something isnt real than to try and understand it? Nica said sounding alot older and wiser than she is. Yeah Kiddo, much easier. But you have much to learn and I can teach you alot more than you can even begin to imagine. You have two years of catching up to make up for.. I remembered again just how lucky I was to be married to her. She's a trim five feet eight inches with flawless pale golden skin. With her high heeled shoes her legs take the long slender shape of a lingerie model. She knows I think her legs are great so she always wears shoes and a dress or skirt to show them off. Today she wore Faith ankle strap shoes with four inch heels, a black Gucci mid thigh and figure hugging dress that I had bought her in Rome, it showed her legs to perfection,. It got a bit awkward, the streetwas empty and I don't think either of us knew exactly how to end thetime."So, we should do this again," I offered."That sounds great. It's been so good seeing you again." He lingered,giving me a warm look.The conversation ground to a halt as he struggled to formulate histhoughts. Clearly he had something to say, and there appeared to be aninternal struggle as to what form they were going to escape in. Ibraced for the worst. I enjoyed his company but anything.