They talked about family, jobs, the government, the economy, religion - anything but sex.Linda was so nervous that she ordered her third drink without...even a thought. Usually two was her limit, and that was more than enough to loosen her up. She always thought of herself as a 'friendly' drinker: more likely to flirt, tease, dance - activities that were very hard for her when she was totally sober. More than three and she was an out and out slut - and knew it. So having three was rare and was. ”“I’ll be home as soon as I can. I will have Paul call you when I pick him up.”Lynn drove to the airport and parked in the lot closest to the terminal and walked in to the waiting area. She sat in a chair facing the long glass window that ran the length of the waiting area. The monitors said that Paul’s flight had landed. She waited until no one else was walking out the departure door and a chill ran up her spin as she ran to the ticket counter.“I need some help. My husband was supposed to be. She almost reminded me of aunt Beth; my father’s youngest sister and almost like a big sister to me. Soon both of our families developed close relations and Leslie was more like a brother now. I did not understand then, when my parents spoke of his mom as the single mom but I used to feel bad to see her do everything by herself until Leslie was all grown up as a young adult to go out alone for groceries, laundry or other such daily chores to be done. One most important thing; I was always told. I assume you need some help with that thing?" I asked rhetorically. "I could sure use it," Glenn responded with a hopeful excitement in his voice. "I supposed you think that your erections should be my responsibility from now on, huh?" "I can only hope," Glenn responded. He was now standing in front of me. "Well, we'll have to see what my husband thinks about that when he wakes up. But I guess I can give you a hand with this tonight. Come here," I instructed. Glenn inched closer and I leaned.