.. Tuesday! It’s Tuesday....”Tuesday: early Tuesday.I laid in bed staring at the ceiling in just my loosely tied robe, going over the “plan” i... my head, (and even in my head the use of “plan” is tenuous) and listened to the sounds of the house, more specifically daddy getting ready for work. I heard the shower for a while now and it hadn’t turned off yet. I cocked my head and smirked when the time passed that my father would have ordinarily shut off the shower.“He’s jacking off again!?” I. There are en suite facilities, well sort of - a wash hand basin next to a French style squatting toilet with a shower head over the toilet tray. There's one small window, barred of course, high in the outer wall. I presume it will admit daylight come tomorrow but there's no way I can reach it so there won't be much of a view. Maybe clouds if I'm lucky.My escort engages in a real conversation for the first time. "Fifty, I'm your trainer and my name is Josephine," she says. "You can call me Jo,". She decided to have a margarita after dinner as she usually doesn’t drink. She continued to lounge around the pool as the sun began to set. I watched several women get together with partners while their husbands lurked around looking for potential mates. I had a few of the women make their way over toward me but I just froze up each time I was confronted. I was all still new to all of this. Jake was still after my wife as he really wanted to try to hook up with her. He was still smarting from. The Martins visited, on occasion, but things were never quite the same between William and Sharon, and them. He still saw and played with Heather, but didn't spend but the occasional night together. Mrs. Martin had met another couple a short time later, after the evening at Carol and Dave's house, and they had become involved. He provided all the jollies that Betty needed, and Mr Martin had gone bonkers over his wife. They were a very nice Black couple. They were just a bit younger than the.