And you’re my best friend. “I’m just asking to talk to you and get some pointers.I need to cum. It’s such a turn on watching y...u late atnight, I wanna feel what you feel. Help me feel thatBeth, come on. We already see each other naked, I’vealready seen you and heard you masturbating at night.It’s not like the world is going to end if we talkabout it or help each other a little. I’m just askingfor a little help.”Beth thought about it. It was true. My mani pedi last week was the subject of a recent post by my daughter Nancy’s former boyfriend, John. Perhaps you have read John’s version of it; I thought I would give you mine. For anyone who didn’t see John’s post, I will briefly set the stage. John and Nancy dated during their senior year of high school, before going off to different universities. During the year they became lovers, but they broke off the relationship after graduation, recognizing the difficulty of maintaining a long. All through my youth and teenaged years I had longed for adulthood and the freedoms and responsibilities it held, somehow imagining that all my problems and suffering would cease to be when I passed eighteen or twenty or twenty-five… That was the other problem, the goal posts kept moving, because I still felt like a child, even when I reached those magical ages. Last May I turned twenty-nine and fear struck suddenly at my heart, because to the whole world thirty is very definitely grown up. I. “Reeds?” the cashier calls out. “Your order is ready!”Spencer clicks off and steps up to the counter. “Thank you,” he says.“Anything else I can help you with?” the cashier asks, giving him a smile.“No thanks.” Spencer returns the smile and turns to walk away.Suddenly all the computers in the place are occupied. Those without one are either piled behind others, looking over the occupants shoulders or pulling out their phones. Normally he isn’t one to get nosy, but this catches his attention. His.