Alice was frantically running around the living room, gathering bits and pieces of clothing in her arms. Oh, Lord, that would have been embarrassing, ...he thought as she snagged Gerald’s tie and one of his socks from atop the curtain rod. Her mind wandered back to the previous night’s frolicking. I don’t think we’ve been that eager to tear into each other’s clothing since that first night in this house five years ago, she thought. It’s amazing what a few erotic email messages during the day can. " "A sex club, I didn't know they existed here in Minneapolis. Are there many?" "We were to visit one that catered to exhibitionists down the street from here. Would you like to go there with me?" She baited the hook and put it in the water of his mind. Max's eyes opened wide in surprise. "Sure that sounds interesting. I feel like a pervert, but I am willing to try something new. Let's go." Lexi smiled as Max took the bait. Now it was her turn to reel him in and seduce him. She felt he was. ” “And how do you feel about that?” “Great! I mean what man wouldn’t? No complications, no emotional hang-ups, just good old fashioned bonking!” “I see. What happened after Chloe?” “I met Rachel. It was fantastic for a while, six or seven weeks at a guess, and then back came the problem.” “Tell me, Ben, do you still have the desire or does the desire go along with the, er, performance?” “Oh no, I want to do it. I want to do it like crazy but the old equipment won’t co-operate.” “Are you. Mini-strokes rarely left any permanent damage. He was put on the appropriate medicine, made the life-style changes his doctor told him to make, andimmediately applied for his apartment. Fred wasn’t worried that he’d had any kind of stroke at all. Once he had it, he only cared about the fact that now he had the required diagnosis to live in an assisted-living complex. His diagnosis also guaranteed that his insurance would pay a large part of the expense.His doorbell rang just as his cock swelled.