(I'm not going to tell you where I live, but, suffice to say, it's pretty boring out here, at least for most people.) Since I enjoyed running the sto...e, she sold her half of it to me.Lots of women who come in are "horny housewives." Their husbands have lost interest in them. In some cases, the women are looking for sexy dresses to get back their husbands' attention. But in most cases, they are nervous about looking good at some posh event, like a high school reunion or wedding.I stay in. “I know Hollie’s not got any plans for tonight so I could ask her,” I told Patrick.“Ok – well let me know how you get on. I’m sure she would like to meet my girls,” he said.Hollie initially wasn’t keen and didn’t seem to be in the mood for going out. But after a bit of persuasion she eventually agreed to come along to the party with me.“What sort of party will it be?” she asked.“Just a few couples and some of their daughters and sons,” I replied. “It’s a few drinks, some fun and games. If you. " She told me that one of the girls parents were gone for the weekend and that they wanted me to come back with them and have some young fun. She said "The girls are not in the bathroom, they are in the car waiting. Follow us if you know what is good for you."I told her it was a very intriguing thought but I just did not think it was right. She said, well Coach, that is up to you, but either way it was good to see you. She left after giving me a hug and rubbing her mound against my leg. I. I went through all the usual-self evaluations and condemnations for a few months. I felt betrayed. I felt humiliated. Often, I just felt sick. Was I that inadequate as a husband? Hadn't I been getting the job done? Did Janice turn to Mike in desperation? I was feeling pretty low about the time the divorce was granted. Then things began to change.More than a few women seemed to find me acceptable, adequate even. Pretty soon I began to realize I was more than adequate. At least my lady friends.