I wasn't paying much attention to him as he undressed, but did notice he kept his back to me as he climbed into bed naked. Having shared an apartment...with him, I had never seen him naked. I assumed he was shy. Once he was settled, I placed the book down and turned off the light. I still couldn't sleep, but knew it was because I was aroused from reading. I turned over to my left side, my back to Glenn waiting for sleep to kick in.I'm not sure how long we lay apart like that, but suddenly. The latter group especially wantsto be made aware of it. Wives of femmed hubbies who expend effortand resources to date men "on the sly" typically do so to nopurpose. Precisely why TGurls find this stimulating, in many caseshighly erotic, is unclear. The author has been told by many gurlsthings like "she deserves a real man" or "she's been so good to meI want her to have whatever she wants" so large a percentage ofthe time that the author has come to accept it as the naturalstate.. . oh, what the hell," Mark said, taking the plastic cup from Mike. He was glad he'd stuck to the punch; apparently the bar mixed them pretty stiff. "What's in this stuff, anyway?" Don't know," Mike admitted. "All Carrie has ever said is that it's based on some sort of German forty-rod that Helga imports from the Black Forest." He laughed, and went on, "There was the year that someone got the bright idea of making the punch out of equal parts of tomato juice and Budweiser, with a little steak. "As he started out the door he turned and told Brad that everything was ready for Sunday and that Joseph had insisted on catering the affair himself and that he threatened Carl with bodily harm if he tried to pay for any part of it. Amy looked at Brad, not knowing what he was talking about.After Carl was out the door she turned to him, "What's this about Sunday." I have invited all of my friends and all of your friends that I know and invited them to a cookout here at the house Sunday. I want.