That was Sarah, no doubt, coming over to talk to me. I just sat on my bed and stared at the floor, stubbornly refusing to budge. She knocked again, an... again I remained immobile. I could just imagine her giving up, then walking back across her yard to her house, where she would pick up the phone and call me. In a minute or two I expected to hear the phone ring, but I would stay right where I was. I had even closed the curtains on my window so that she couldn't call me from across the way. I had. It just wasn’t working out except the pretty much sex on demand, which I did like. She loved sex and was always willing. I went to quite a few computer class updates. There was always something new coming out. When I came home from my last trip, Katie said she needed to talk. It didn’t sound good. ‘Harley, I met someone and I want a divorce,’ she said staring down at the floor. ‘Do I get more information or is that it?’ I asked. It really didn’t bother me the way I thought it should. ‘It’s. Her hand was trembling with fear and I gave it a squeeze to reassure her. I held Jordan's hand until I heard my wife start to snore. I whispered to Jordan that my wife was asleep and she needed to go. Jordan climbed out from under the bed but instead of running downstairs she just gave me a sly smile. "You said your wife was a very deep sleeper, is that true?" she whispered. "Yeah, why?" Instead of answering she pulled the sheets off of me and kneeling on the floor next to the bed she took. When they wore out she found a huge-dicked dude on the nude beach who liked how easily he could slip his super-salami into her wet receiver.“Oh I love fucking!” said the college senior to another graduate who was making signs of wanting to marry her, an option she hadn’t given much thought too. He was big ... body, dick, and financial resources, but seemed oblivious to her other fucking. Being used to juggling lovers, she had to make sure he understood her. When she outed he smiled, “That’s why.