" Now I was really interested, if she was going to put another one it meant taking off the one she was wearing so I looked at what was left on the bed...and handed her the top one, a pink one with a lace infill down the front. "Oh nice choice Mike," she said, "that's my best one, I only wear it on special occasions. It's really sexy when it's on." Before I could hand it to her, she took hold of the bottom of the one she was wearing and pulled it up over her head and put it on the chair with her. I told her she scared me last night when she jumped of the bed I thought I had done something wrong. Renee asked when I was available. I told her Monday- Wednesday evenings were best for me. Then I asked her about her thinking about this for years and what exactly she meant. Renee explained that ever since her only c***d Roxanne had gone to college and came home and asked her about different ways to have sex. Renee had been shocked but it also had sparked her curiosity. She started reading. Because of all the trouble we had in getting Sam, he was doted on by both of us. I really wanted a girl so I could express the same kind of love Carol showered on Sam but, alas, it was not to be. We talked of adoption, but Carol was dead set against it. Why I don't know. Anyway, it didn't hurt my love life much until Sam turned nine or ten. We had been married for almost thirteen years when our sex life slowly dwindled to maybe once a week, and before our fourteenth anniversary it was over, it. Or cared. He grunted a noncommittal noise and popped open his beer. Before either could say anything else, someone yelled for James to come down to the basement. "Looks like they can't start without me." He nodded again and left. Ryan leaned against the counter. She'd never had the best relationship with her father, and it hadn't improved when she'd not only rejected sports but focused on music as her career choice. She hadn't been far off, she thought, when she'd told Lara that not having a.