I’ll be there around ten.”I must have been in the other room when my phone rang, but the voicemail said, “It’s Tina. I’ll be there with bell... on.”We had barely stretched out on our towels when Tina giggled and then told me, “Oh my gawd! You should have seen Jay’s reaction when I told him you write stories and post them on SexStories.com. He was beside himself.”“Really?”“Gawd yes! He just kept saying how he imagined all the authors on there being shriveled up old men, and just the thought of one. White clapboard, a small front set of steps and two white doorsthat must be five feet wide each. The doors were open, there were a few people just walking towards thedoors, and what I guess was the preacher was greeting some of them as they came in. I was greeted and justgave him my first name as a greeting.The inside was just what you would have expected — simple wooden pews, a piano on the left side and behindthe pulpit a little choir loft that might have held twelve singers. If all the seats. " Mmmmm. Well, I hope you feel better, anyway." She was half-awake, now, and headed for the bathroom to relieve herself."Hon, do you worry about our insurance premiums?"She appeared to pause in mid-stride, then continued after a second. After the toilet flushed and some washing ensued, she came back out of the bathroom. She didn't head back to the bed, but wandered into the closet, completely ignoring my question. I couldn't figure out what was up, but I was way too tired to worry about it. .. that is, IF I was a good enough person to feel the same way! (Fuck 'em and forget 'em was not her style.)Tina hoped that it would not hurt my feelings BUT... she wanted our next sexual liaison to be the beginning of a "naughty learning experience" for me! We would begin tomorrow night... she could tell that I was teachable. She would SHOW me what the "big girls like"!That she wanted to teach me "things" did not bruise my ego. My masculine "pride" did not get in the way... there was nothing.