I’m from Hungary.” All of this was a total surprise to me. I’d not heard of Bianka before, and I couldn’t understand why the hell my ex-wife w...s at the zoo with my son when she knew damned well I was coming to pick him up that day. I looked at my watch. I thought I was twenty minutes late, whereas my ex-wife and son were only coming home in about three hours. “She’s my ex-wife, not my wife,” I said quietly, immediately thinking that I must seem like a dirty old man to this young girl.. " I don't haveto tell how Saturday and Sunday were. I didn't like to returnfrom Bobbie to Bob on Sunday, but Monday began another week ofwork.Part III: The man in the house.That Friday as I came home my wife passed me her panty. Iinstantly knew what I had to do. As I came out of the showerbeing female I didn't see my wife but my twin brother."I thought that we would be girls tonight?" No!" (s)he answered. "I saw you enjoying the male company lastweek, so I decided to be the man in the house for. To scream out and try and warn my daughter of the danger that was so close to her.The knife he had seemed to disappear to a holder or pocket in his pants but what his hands did next made me want to puke right there. His hands slowly and deliberately undid the end of his buckle that held up his blue jeans. I closed my eyes but he told me to open them or else. When I forced them back open he let his pants drop along with his boxers. The size was massive compared to my husbands. Maybe about four. But, I have never been in one like that.The clothes were in bins. There were none of the subtle marketing gimmicks, and the proprietor followed you around recommending things. It also had the board floor, musty smell and general appearance of a feed store, not a place with fine men’s accessories.The proprietor was an older man, very well dressed and genteel by rural Wisconsin standards. He was talking in a neighborly way to an early thirties guy with a lot of dark hair and one of those pencil.