"Come here darling," his wife told him and slipped her arms round hisneck, "you can't believe that I'd spend Valentine night with anyone butyou?" Who ...as that?" he asked but suddenly was overwhelmed with joy."That was Shirley's boyfriend, he's a nurse at the clinic where I hadyour girls fitted, do you like them?" But what about my..." he started to ask."Everything that's been done to you can be reversed, except your hairwould probably best stay coloured, even if the extensions are cut off,"she. I loved the way it felt and pretended it was Scott fucking me. Scott lived with his grandfather Vern because his mother had died when he was younger and he never knew his father. Vern was 69, muscular with a barrelled chest full of gray hair. He was always dark tanned because he too was a swimmer and always worked in the yard without a shirt. He was an attractive man but never took the time to date. He and I got along great and he helped me with my swimming techniques. He used to walk around. I put my hand on her arm to tell her that wasn't true when I felt the tingle that let me know I was with someone on my personal wavelength. I squeezed her arm slightly and amended what I was going to say."That's comical Ms D, cause you are the prettiest mom in town."I radiated every iota of sincerity I could muster in my voice and touch. It worked. She gave me a tentative smile."Okay but just for a little while, you sweet talker you."I went out to the pool while she went to get her suit. I was. I just didn't care and went along with it quite willingly. The first time I can remember Kelly pandering was in our final semester of High School. Kelly needed an essay writtenfor an English Literature class and back then she didn't have much time for reading. There just happened to be a guy in theclass whose cousin had access to numerous "professionally" written papers. The cousin had a connection through someoneshe knew at the University. Kelly didn't give a damn about how he got a suitable.