Hot seed dribbled out, fouling my bung and the bedding.Hory wiped his oozing tip on my thigh and then he climbed down from the loft. I spent the night...listening to his breathing.His call woke me the next morning. "Ma, you have to fix that smokehouse before you go into town. Greatgran and a I are hungry. We should have had breakfast an hour ago." He yelled while sharpening our butchering tools.Regis yelled, "There was a Yankee in my bed, last night! I fucked her good."I ambled down the rungs,. I told Ronnie that the doctor said I couldn't have sex for a month after I'd been released. He laughingly told me that was about how long he had to wait anyway, so what would be different. He loved me and he could wait not only for the month but until I was ready.I told Arthur the same thing and got a totally different result. I didn't see Arthur for about a month. During that month I got over my infatuation with Arthur, and realized two things. The first being that he never really loved me, he. No longer was it the lighthearted, "slightly naughty" foreplay that might involve some teasing, anticipation, and revelry; it had digressed to a three minute alternative to intercourse, given solely to appease an angry husband. At thirty four, Bob's sex drive was cruising right along in high gear. Holly's had run out of gas and moved along, powered solely by an occasional wind. Bob tried to explain that he needed relief more than once every ten days, but his explanation fell on deaf ears.It was. What I didn’t expect was everything around me to come crashing down and drag me along with it. Now over a year later I was barely working part time, making ends meet and trying to get my life back on track. I have had some luck these past few weeks with a few job interviews lined up and it seemed my luck was starting to change but old fate had other plans. After a third thanks but no thanks from a potential job I was down in the dumps cursing the world for my pain and suffering. Instead of.