One dark winter night he was talking to Serenity on his phone. She was being sweet, and slightly dirty, and he was idly jacking his cock as he listene... to her.“Whatcha doin’ now,” she said.“Just listenin’ to a girl yap,” he said.“Are you touching it?”“Maybe...”“Does the sound of my voice get you off?”“Maybe...”“Jerk it ... for me...”“Say something sexy, then.”“Oh, I want you, Zack ... I want your body ... I want your cum on my face, your finger in my ass, and your fat dick in my. When I sensed she was about to have another orgasm, I sat up and dropped her onto her back. Pulling out, I got on my knees and flipped her around into doggy-style. Her grunts sounded like they bordered between pleasure and pain as I teed off on her from behind, my belly loudly slapping onto her ass. She screamed out a command, "Pull my hair... pull my hair, you fucking stud!" I grabbed some of her hair in a loose fist, but it wasn't enough. "Harder," she yelled. I tugged as hard as I could. But now I’m into middle age and you are still a young man. Andrew, I’m forty-four years old. That’s middle aged. How can you still love me?”I said, “You are looking at this all wrong, Donnie. From a certain point of view we are closer in age than we were nine years ago.”She stopped crying and blinked. I could see she was interested in listening to the convoluted logic that I would use to prove that statement.She sniffed, “What do you mean?”I said, “When I was twenty-five, you were 40% older. She held my water bottle to my lips so I could sip through the straw. “I just woke up and Em was snoring. I think she got stoned last night. I just thought I’d come check on you.”“What do you know about being stoned?”“Puh-leeze, J. I’m eight years old. I’m not a baby. Third grade is a hell-hole. The no-smoking rules only apply to tobacco. Once we get outside for recess, kids bring out the hidden stashes.”“They smoke dope at school?”“Mostly they eat cupcakes. That’s why the teacher reads to us.